Red cannas in the sky
Red cannas in the sky
I didn't think about it at the time
I didn't think about it at the time
But in the desert
I think I was trying to write to Georgia O'Keeffe
Georgia, Georgia, Georgia, Georgia, Georgia
Like Joni Mitchell writes to Amelia Earhart
When she is driving, driving, driving in the desert
As if a song can communicate with the spirits or waken the dead
I mean, isn't that what it's for?
I mean, isn't that what it's for?
I mean, isn't that what it's for?
Awaken the dead
I was but wasn't quite writing
I spotted six red cannas
As I was driving towards Ghost Ranch
In the north of New Mexico
New, New, New, New, New, New, New mexico
New, New, New, New, New, New, New mexico
I've never seen them
Red cannas in the sky
Red cannas in the sky
Like they were tearing up there heavens, opening the zipper
To let loose all kinds of spirits
And you know
There used to be an ocean here
We used to be all underwater
We used to be all underwater
We used to be all underwater
We used to be all underwater
The ocean
We used to be all underwater
The ocean
We used to be all underwater