Copper needle on a black disc
Taking every little risk
Canyon walls of ochre red
Where the summer heat is spread
Spinning round on a mesa high
Writing songs for a desert sky
Golden glow on the rusted wheel
Turning something that we can feel
Wurlitzer keys in a soft haze
Counting all the lonely days
Hofner bass in a steady walk
While the canyon spirits talk
Spinning round on a mesa high
Writing songs for a desert sky
Golden glow on the rusted wheel
Turning something that we can feel
Velvet curtains in the breeze
Swaying like the willow trees
Salty wind from a distant shore
Knocking on a heavy door
Spinning round on a mesa high
Writing songs for a desert sky
Golden glow on the rusted wheel
Turning something that we can feel
Satin ribbons tied in a bow
Watching as the river flow
Polished wood and a lacquer sheen
Sighting things that we have seen
Hold the note in a choral swell
Ringing like a chapel bell
Lower range and a steady breath
Fighting off a quiet death
Amber glass in a heavy frame
Playing such a steady game
Orange sand on a jagged peak
Finding all the words we seek
Spinning round on a mesa high
Writing songs for a desert sky
Golden glow on the rusted wheel
Turning something that we can feel
Spin the brass and let it play
Let the music lead the way