Sixteen acres of dust and rocks
Without a highway
Without a river
Running through it
Running through it
I'm building a home in a desert
My adobe house
With a sycamore
And a cactus tree
With a pink flower
And I'm wearing my O.K. brooch
And my gaucho hat
I look down at the East River and Queens
From the highest floor of the Shelton Hotel it seems
The bricks in the Radiator Building are burning
Like my heart is burning
My heart is lonely
Joni's coming from her canyon to my valley today
The sky above the clouds
Outside her airplane window
Pines are whispering
When we are listening
To my radio
Looking down from my window on the darkness of New York City
The lights in the buildings are pretty
Like candles in a tall tree
Do you miss me?
My heart is lonely
Like a snowflake
