Dry Deserts

Driving out to California, the night I met you in this bed of mine
The wind blowing through all those 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 upriver when I'm surely on your mind?
And you're always calming me
But only in these dreams
Waking up the neighbors, screaming in these sweaty sheets

And 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 upriver when I'm surely on your mind?
And you're always calming me
But 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 upriver when I'm surely on your mind?
And you're always calming me
But only in these dreams
Waking up the neighbors, screaming in these sweaty sheets