You found me turned loose
on the highway
A few seconds sooner
and you’d have found my hideaway
My bruises are black now
...my scratches are permanent lines
Journeyed beyond the saguaros
Reached the mountain lines
Saw you
Turned the truck around
You said tell me where it is
and I won’t shoot
You said tell me where it is
You won’t shoot
It’s in the ground
Where in the ground
Journey beyond the saguaros
Reach the mountain lines
