Rhyolite

A red ball of fire hung low in the sky On a black velvet curtain I can't describe The ghosts all have ghosts - the hills all have eyes I just took my girl out here for a ride A halo of bats surrounded the lights Near the glass house she vanished into the night Now my bike won't start, the spark plugs won't spark Stuck north of Vegas in the town of Rhyolite My girl must have put up one hell of a fight She was barely alive when I finally started my bike We tried to get out of town, but we got turned around Because everyone wakes up dead in Rhyolite Rhyolite