Track Insight / Lyrics
White paint peels on the porch beam high,
Underneath a dry Santa Fe sky.
One small ghost with a paper wing,
Hears the humming desert wind sing.
Oh, beat your wings in a golden blur,
Make the heavy summer evening stir.
Spinning round in a circle bright,
Chasing down a single yellow light.
He lands soft on a rusted screen,
The smallest thing that I have seen.
Pale as salt on a shoreline floor,
Waiting by the motel room door.
Oh, beat your wings in a golden blur,
Make the heavy summer evening stir.
Spinning round in a circle bright,
Chasing down a single yellow light.
Desert sand turns a copper red,
While the weary travelers go to bed.
He doesn't sleep and he doesn't roam,
This humming bulb is his only home.
Oh, beat your wings in a golden blur,
Make the heavy summer evening stir.
Spinning round in a circle bright,
Chasing down a single yellow light.
Old glass jars and a kerosene lamp,
The midnight air is heavy and damp.
He is a spark in a wide open space,
Finding love in a lonely place.
Oh, beat your wings in a golden blur,
Make the heavy summer evening stir.
Spinning round in a circle bright,
Chasing down a single yellow light.
Just a hum in the desert night.
Just a hum in the yellow light.
Humming low, humming light.
