Johnson Valley
(Joshua Tree, CA, Dec. 2009)

moonbeams and meth-heads
in divine light
and no clouds over us
no clouds tonight

boulevards of white trash
and trailers in isolation
i wonder what happens
when no one is looking

maybe its gold
or maybe its you
maybe the road
or maybe what you said
its what we left behind
like the salt of the sea
the blur became clear
in johnson valley

your photos are graphic
in black and white
granite and cactus
in demi-god light
these bones reach out
theyre reaching out to you
these scars are stretching
for something new

tonight theres nothing like the open road
theres nothing ever gonna make us old
you and me and the setting sun
and all the fears are gonna come undone

maybe its gold
or maybe its you
maybe the road
or maybe what you say
its what we left behind
like the salt of the sea
the blur became clear
in johnson valley

we left it all behind

in the sun
in the light
i believe in the fight

in the sky
in the blue
well im burning for you

like a song
like a dream
we can fly to the moon

i can feel
i can scream
ya well be there soon