We were just pa**ing through your town Sleeping on the boards of your old house Candles lit four inside our dreams And the desert dome all cold and green I’m here now but my time will come To be blowing through I’m here now but my time will come To be blowing through the canyon It was a seven hour drive down the glittering 8 Rattlesnake pa**age straight to LA He waved goodbye from his broken down fence And I thought for sure I’d see him again I’m here now but my time will come To be blowing through I’m here now but my time will come To be blowing through the canyon Na-na-na Na-na-na Na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na