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Parsons |
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It was off the desert road |
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Fourteen miles up in the canyon I was born |
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Where the rocks were piled up high |
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And when the sun went down |
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They looked like big old monsters |
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You could yell out your whole name |
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And the echo would come back crystal clear |
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And the silence was so deafening |
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I could hear it like thunder in my ears |
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I still taste the sweet cool water |
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As it bubbled out to quench the burning sand |
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And the cottonwoods stood trembling |
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As the desert wind blew soft across the land |
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Somewhere far away a coyote |
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Called out his mournful ghostly song |
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And I knew that very soon |
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Sweet desert childhood would be gone |
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Can a man ever go back home again? |
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Can a man ever live that way again? |
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The old windmill made a groan |
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As it turned around to face the cold of the night |
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The proof of all existence |
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Crackled warm in the flickering firelight |
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And the stars were so perfect |
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That I wondered might this all just be a dream |
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Could this all-alone place really be as magic as it seems? |
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Can a man ever go back home again? |
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Can a man ever live that way again? |
