Red paint peels in the heat
Burning asphalt on the street
Steel wheels locked in the sand
Waiting in a barren land
Iron rust red in the glare
Hot wind shaking through the air
Heavy metal holding tight
Underneath the desert light
Cactus grows by the rail
Copper skies turning pale
Chrome is pitted and gray
Watching engines drive away
Iron rust red in the glare
Hot wind shaking through the air
Heavy metal holding tight
Underneath the desert light
I can hear the highway hum
Beating like a distant drum
Gasoline and salted grit
Where the desert spirits sit
Brake lines snapped and gone to seed
Racing for a different speed
Hollow shells of old design
Crossing over every line
Screeching tires on the bend
Where the lonely borders end
Searing sun on a broken door
I can't take it anymore
Iron rust red in the glare
Hot wind shaking through the air
Heavy metal holding tight
Underneath the desert light
Oil stains on the dry ground
No one here to make a sound
Sinking deep in the heat haze
Lost inside a summer maze
Iron rust red in the glare
Hot wind shaking through the air
Heavy metal holding tight
Underneath the desert light
Iron rust red
Sinking in the red
Iron rust red