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