Album: Great Big World
Pray for the foothills
Home to the drone of
Power lines and rock doves
Mountains grey as velvet
Field for dots of yucca
White and jacaranda
Facing the sky
As the day burns away
Is a desert in mourning
Sheltering the dead stones
Cradle of the lost bones
Home of eternal comings and goings
Blinking away the sunrise
Listening to the wind blow
Angels with dirty faces face
Another day in limbo
Beckoning fire from Heaven
Everything seems so stone-cold
Beating the drums of change
Another day in limbo
Pray for the foothills
Goatherds and windmills
And satellite dishes
Petroglyph talkers meet
Iron-willed walkers
Who grant them no wishes
Shaking a fist at the air
Seems to bring on a blackening sky
In the crackling of embers
Old men remember
Walking in beauty in the dawn of their lives
Blinking away the sunrise
Listening to the wind blow
Angels with dirty faces face
Another day in limbo
Beckoning fire from Heaven
Everything seems so stone-cold
Beating the drums of change
Another day in limbo
Pray for the foothills
Iron horse with four wheels
Bucks a drunken rider
Pawns of the pawn kings
Corn-silk of heartstrings
tattered and blighted
They sing in the sand for the son of the land
Who sought fire in water
Faith like a kernal rising up in thermals
Hope springs eternal once in awhile
Blinking away the sunrise
Listening to the wind blow
Angels with dirty faces face
Another day in limbo
Beckoning fire from Heaven
Everything seems so stone-cold
Beating the drums of change
Another day in limbo