You walk the cracked and salted line
Where thirsty scrub and gravel twine
The heat is heavy on your skin
Where all the desert ghosts begin
Hold on tight to the Mojave Root
Step by step in a worn out boot
Green gold glows in the neon glare
Breathe the salt in the heavy air
You see the seeds of Saguaro bloom
Fighting for a little room
Like a stem in the heavy clay
You push through to a better day
Hold on tight to the Mojave Root
Step by step in a worn out boot
Green gold glows in the neon glare
Breathe the salt in the heavy air
The Strip is just a humming light
Cutting through the velvet night
You carry weight you cannot name
While the city plays its gambling game
Hold on tight to the Mojave Root
Step by step in a worn out boot
Green gold glows in the neon glare
Breathe the salt in the heavy air
Larrea tridentata stays
Through the long and burning haze
You find the strength to make the bend
Until you reach the journey's end
Hold on tight to the Mojave Root
Step by step in a worn out boot
Green gold glows in the neon glare
Breathe the salt in the heavy air
Deep in the soil.
Mojave Root.
