Track Insight / Lyrics
I lay beneath the wooden beam
A brassy shell, a frozen gleam
The desert air is dry and hot
I found a quiet, shaded spot
Golden gear, spinning slow
Watching all the headlights go
Sands of red and skies of blue
Waiting for a hand that's new
A rusted chair, a peeling wall
I watch the heavy raindrops fall
The Santa Fe wind starts to blow
I feel the steady rhythmic flow
Golden gear, spinning slow
Watching all the headlights go
Sands of red and skies of blue
Waiting for a hand that's new
A leather strap, a silver chain
I count the minutes, feel the strain
The motel porch is gray and old
My ticking heart is bright and bold
The bus stops by the gravel road
A heavy bag, a heavy load
A camera lens, a sudden flash
A little spark, a sudden crash
She picks me up from off the floor
She opens up a different door
She wipes the grit from off my face
I leave this lonely, hollow place
Golden gear, spinning slow
Watching all the headlights go
Sands of red and skies of blue
Waiting for a hand that's new
We ride away in velvet light
The stars are burning sharp and white
The road is long, the wind is fast
I found a home to make it last
Golden gear, spinning slow
Watching all the headlights go
Sands of red and skies of blue
Waiting for a hand that's new
Tick-tock, gold shine.
Just a little glide.
Sands of red and blue.
