Hanging low, a big embrace of Aztec moon

And throwing down a glow on this fluorescent tune

And cooling off and phasing out of chlorine bed

Shadows at the walls of sun-baked clay, adobe red

Void of movement, void of feeling, void of life

Channel crackles Spanish chirps in the night

Don't feel sour in the far window there

Don't be bothered by the words in your head

Well, the sun goes down in just an hour

So bring a pretty stem of flowers

And make what's dead come alive

For the long and lonely ride

Ancient highways, desert dust, diamond-lit sky

Like some lost planet, never breathes any life

And barely moving, broken wheels bend and crawl

Tucked away and stuck in nylon seats until dawn

Wake me up when you can hear

The sound of people getting near

Where what's dead becomes alive

And there's a long and lonely ride

Looking low as so much life around us thins

Life from heaven smiles down on this room

Some parade of colors marching on, music trails

Morning slips to evening, falls through holes in between days

And you could lose another year

Aware the picture's perfect here

And where what's dead, come alive

And where you are comes alive