Jeff And Maya Bohnhoff - High Desert lyrics

If what's done is done Why won't the wind forget? Blowing sand that cuts like gla**, Fragments of the past. Across the high desert. Lightning on the distant peaks, But it doesn't feed the grid. High tension in the wires, Goes to ground beneath our tires. We cross the high desert. We tune the radio To a station far away. Ghostly voices move us, Though we can't hear what they say. The blacktop snakes and coils, A scar that cuts the land. And we do all that we can To cross the desert. We stop around mid day At a town that has no name. Just a wide spot on the road, An old woman selling polished stones, Collected from the high desert. Cataracts cloud eyes of blue, Reflect back her inner light. It leaks from every pore But she smiles and says no more Deep in the high desert. We tune the radio To a station far away. Ghostly voices move us, Though we can't hear what they say. The blacktop snakes and coils, A scar that cuts the land. And we do all that we can To cross the desert. Lightning on the distant peaks, But it doesn't feed the grid. High tension in the wires, Goes to ground beneath our tires. We cross the high desert. Dusty day to purple dusk. We bundle up against the chill. We see other moving lights. They gather in the night. A caravan across the desert.