A smashed windshield, the dust on a pickup truck
Shine with silver secrets in the Albuquerque sun
The light makes jewels of pawn shops and drive-thru banks
Wrinkled faces staring out the windows of the laundromat
And even the broken glass scattered in the street
Shines like a thousand diamond rings
Neon signs above the old motels, warehouse stores and strip malls,
Houses sprawled across the hills
The sunset's a bird with wings made out of fire
Parking lots turn to gold as it glides across the sky
And every night from 6: 00 to 6: 05
The desert dirt shimmers like a sea of watermelon light
Even the broken glass shattered in the street
Shines like a thousand diamond rings
