I walk to the sagebrush silence of the dead 
Shout down in the canyon, echoing in my head 
I'm living the same dream I knew as a pup 
I wouldn't trade nothing nor have given it up 
Trouble on the horizon, better stay out of sight 
I'll marry a good man, who'll put up a good fight 
For all the right reasons and a couple of beers 
At Pappy and Harriet's should have drown in my tears 

At last I understand 
I'll never leave this desert land 
Tomorrow breeds new ecstasies 
As leader of my own band 

Visions of Moses out smokin' his weed 
Turned off at a truckstop 'neath a joshua tree 
Friends to the end faithful like bride to the groom 
Chasing down shadows by the light of the moon 

At last I understand 
That memory is desert land 
Tomorrow breeds no ecstasies 
As leader of my own band 

The county road's open still droppin' below 
When it's the season I'm going to play it like bo 
Gonna hallow my old haunts swing back to the yard 
Circle down around my bed when living is too hard