Santa Ana Hears

Do you wanna ride shotgun to Vegas?

Do you swear to handle me with care?

I saw your acid bath drained too slow

And it left a ring of violence in your head

You know it ain't true about the customized high in Tucson

And the jetpack that won't leave a trace here in the sand

It's a lie about the water, and the fresh horse

And the Navajo girl traces sundown in your hand

The moon hangs low tonight in tandem

With the Chisos here between your house and Mexico

But we are lost and we stand silent

And think about snow with the cocaine low and a long long way to go

Santa Ana's winds have come and gone

And her eyes still drift alone

Santa Ana landed here, and here we pray that God slept through the Sunday

About a storm that is coming in