I think we stayed at every good hotel in the West. Big suites Hot tubs Room service We were really living the good life. Nothing like a little drug money to help you indulge in the finer things. "Easy come Easy go" Only people who have never sold drugs can say that. Easy.......Yeah, Right. Dealing with whackos Getting robbed at gunpoint Driving across the country with enough weight to get you Life in Prison. Stressful. Very stressful. So we'd stay in Fancy Resorts. Knowing one day it would all end May as well enjoy it while you can Because eventually you get caught And if you make it out alive, all you have are the memories. Like that time we were staying at the Royal Palms Next to the former President's family. Getting up from the pool, smoking crystal behind the cactus While the former first lady swam laps. She still looked pretty good in a bathing suit. Old gal.
--and the grand canyon is getting smaller behind you while your heart is getting bigger, ready to burst, craving a return to the journey: when red dust reflected on your sunglasses instead of your side mirrors, the rearview, when the car mileage hadn't hit halfway. something about the southwest settles under your skin like an itch. it's almost like-- it feels like-- you're finally finding out that this must be what it is to be homesick.
You broke the umbilical cord attached to this earth . With the south by southwest winds you rode a baleful streak . Like Poncho your life was left untold . Like a desert prayer that's just a whisper in the cold evening air . Where they laid your body to rest , no one said . Now it's too late . The virga falls never to quench the thirsty sands . The sorrow is planted as corn in rows of fertile futility . And dust is harvested , dust and tumbleweeds . Reasons are the excuses we need to answer all the questions why . There is no reason in the south by southwest wind . And the tumbleweeds bend to the sympathy of an incessant desire .