Dry Deserts

Driving out to California, the night I met you, in this bed of mine The wind blowing through all these palm trees, shaking bodies, under napalm skies The kids and all their fucked up virtues, I know it hurts you, when the party dies Would you cross dry deserts babe Would you cut through pines Would you swim up river when I'm surely on your mind And you're always calming me Only in these dreams Waking up the neighbors Screaming in these sweaty sheets I've been on the run for so long I want a sad song, that lasts all night The whites and blues on big wide opens The way I'm coping with passing time Would you cross dry deserts babe Would you cut through pines Would you swim up river when I'm surely on your mind And you're always calming me Only in these dreams Waking up the neighbors Screaming in these sweaty sheets Would you cross dry deserts babe Would you cut through pines Would you swim up river when I'm surely on your mind And you're always calming me Only in these dreams Waking up the neighbors Screaming in these sweaty sheets