Folded lines on a yellow page
Locked inside of a rusted cage
Watching cars on the blacktop run
Underneath a relentless sun
Paper transit in the heat
Watching rubber hit the street
Counting miles on a faded line
Waiting for a different sign
Saguaro stands like a green command
Rooted deep in the thirsty sand
Desert salts in the alkaline
While the highway stays in a line
Paper transit in the heat
Watching rubber hit the the street
Counting miles on a faded line
Waiting for a different sign
Steel and glass in a city haze
Printed here from the older days
City grids in a folded crease
Searching for a moment of peace
Paper transit in the heat
Watching rubber hit the street
Counting miles on a faded line
Waiting for a different sign
Ocotillo blooms in a sudden red
Where the old city spirits tread
Silt and clay in the river bed
Reading words that were long since said
Dry wind blows through the open door
Things we don't need to track no more
Copper wires and a heavy load
Sinking slow on a desert road
Latin names for the scrub and thorn
In the light of a copper morn
Waiting still for the train to glide
With the ghosts of the city ride
Paper transit in the heat
Watching rubber hit the street
Counting miles on a faded line
Waiting for a different sign
Just a map in the Arizona sun
Until the long road is finally done
(Faded line)
(Different sign)
