I hum a low voltage hymn
Buzzing on the desert rim
The waitress wipes the formica clean
The finest shine you've ever seen
I am the light on the Arizona line
Singing neon gospel yours and mine
Truckers pray for coffee strong and black
I guide them front and guide them back
She pours the dregs of yesterday
In chipped mugs lined on display
Her apron holds a saints' refrain
Wiping sorrow wiping stain
The asphalt ribs stretch hot and long
Coyote sings a ragged song
I flicker with a holy ghost
The one the dying desert knows
I am the light on the Arizona line
Singing neon gospel yours and mine
Truckers pray for coffee strong and black
I guide them front and guide them back
No organ pipes no wooden pew
Just voltage jumping old and new
My alto tremble shakes the glass
A liturgy for wanderers mass
The fry cook sleeps on flour sacks
The highway gives and takes it back
I'll buzz until the filament breaks
For every soul the night awakes
I am the light on the Arizona line
Singing neon gospel yours and mine
Truckers pray for coffee strong and black
I guide them front and guide them back
Buzzing hymn the desert hears
Neon gospel morning nears
