You lean back on a plastic chair
Hot wind tangles in your grey hair
A heavy ring on your left hand
Watching over this stretch of sand
Wait for the moon to hit the floor
Keep the key inside the door
Sinking deep in a velvet glow
Watching all the slow cars go
You smell like coffee and old mint
Your gold badge gives a tiny glint
A small radio plays a song
Where the low bass notes feel so strong
Wait for the moon to hit the floor
Keep the key inside the door
Sinking deep in a velvet glow
Watching all the slow cars go
I snap a photo of your face
A frozen ghost in this empty place
Your boots are worn and caked in red
While the distant city goes to bed
Wait for the moon to hit the floor
Keep the key inside the door
Sinking deep in a velvet glow
Watching all the slow cars go
You share a cigarette with me
Underneath a dead cedar tree
We don't speak of where we have been
Just the salt on the desert skin
Wait for the moon to hit the floor
Keep the key inside the door
Sinking deep in a velvet glow
Watching all the slow cars go
Just watch the slow cars go.
Yeah, keep the key.
Sinking deep.
