Terlingua

Fox runs with the lightning

Worked its way into an open field

Come midnight, we'll all be dreaming

It's the owl who owns the evening

Remember when the engine quit?

My head against the steering wheel

You sparked up, began to grin

You and all your silver linings

Desert flowers wait for rain

Scattered seeds along the plains

Storms will swell, the days will fly

I'll love you like the passing time

There's hissing in the underbrush

Let's try and not talk too much

Promise I won't say a thing

It's thе owl who owns the evening