In the trees there’s a dusty freeway
Twenty miles from Mexico
Out for answers, into the valleys
Reconcile a wandering soul
Here our fathers, spent their summers
Pulling grain in the blazing sun
All the misfortune, binds their stories
Left for us when they’re gone.
'Cause I know, I know where to go Out west through the desert, down the long, long road
Don’t tell me it’s all in my head
The nights of the living, days of the dead
Wedding bells in Rio Rancho
Babies born on the family tree,
I think of our fathers, meeting their mothers,
In her arms, rocking back to sleep 'cause,
This is the end of a generation, and
This is the end to the love we keep,
All the souls that go on before us Coming back at sunrise to sing
I know, I know where to go Out west through the desert, down the long, long road
Don’t tell me it’s all in my head
The nights of the living, days of the dead
I know, I know where to go Out west through the desert, down the long, long road
And don’t tell me it’s all in my head
The nights of the living, days of the dead
They tell me no matter how far
Love builds a bridge wherever you are
Hearing them singing our childhood songs
We can’t be part for much too long now
‘Cause I know, I know where to go Out west through the desert, down the long, long road
Don’t tell me it’s all in my head
These are the nights of the living, days of the dead
Oh, I know, I know where to go Out west through the desert, down the long, long road
Don’t tell me it’s all in my head
The nights of the living, days of the dead
The nights of the living, days of the dead
These are the nights of the living, days of the dead