The taste of the Sun's first rays
Haunts the hollow places on my tongue
Looking through the joshua trees
I can almost feel the bitter scents
Of blue and cloudless dreams
All the same summer burns love and sand
Just the way they scarred me
Empty glances aren't nearly as sparse
As lonely gates not far beyond my gaze
A sharp and barbed hand upon my back
Leads my step I'm turning again
Stones in the dust are following me
Spinning with the rising Sun
The joshua trees still clawing at me