You rest on ties of creosote wood
Your rust blooms orange as desert blood
The highway hums a low drone song
You've listened to its rhythm long
Your doors are sealed with caliche dust
Fouquieria splendens guards your trust
The asphalt cuts through ancient sand
You feel the vibration in your hand
Iron sagebrush standing still
You hear the desert's iron will
Wheels turn below the Saguaro's shade
Carnegiea gigantea unafraid
Night drops the temperature to bone
Larrea tridentata stands alone
The highway breathes in diesel clouds
You dream in frequencies not sounds
Iron sagebrush standing still
You hear the desert's iron will
Wheels turn below the Saguaro's shade
Carnegiea gigantea unafraid
Roots don't need legs to know the way
You hold the seeds of yesterday
Monsoon comes with thunder voice
Steel drinks rain makes rust rejoice
Morning light hits oxidized skin
Prosopis velutina grows within
The highway carries distant towns
You track the sun in circadian rounds
Seasons measured in rail joint gaps
No map required no paper maps
You photosynthesize the heat
Iron roots go deep discrete complete
Iron sagebrush standing still
You hear the desert's iron will
Wheels turn below the Saguaro's shade
Carnegiea gigantea unafraid
Iron sagebrush standing still
You hear the desert's iron will
Wheels turn below the Saguaro's shade Carnegiea gigantea unafraid
Iron sagebrush iron made
Roots hold fast in caliche soil
You listen still you listen still
