Iron skin in a desert haze
Looking back through a salty glaze
Salvia leaves on a concrete floor
I cannot find the open door
Saltwater skin in the Santa Fe sand
A heavy anchor in a dry land
Pull me close where the resin glows
Where the wild desert lily grows
Silt and loam in a plastic pot
Underneath where the pavement is hot
You are a ghost from a distant pier
Now the red mountains bring you near
Saltwater skin in the Santa Fe sand
A heavy anchor in a dry land
Pull me close where the resin glows
Where the wild desert lily grows
Monstera vines climb a motel wall
Waiting for the evening dew to fall
Steel cables humming a low deep tune
Under the gaze of a copper moon
Saltwater skin in the Santa Fe sand
A heavy anchor in a dry land
Pull me close where the resin glows
Where the wild desert lily grows
Prunus root in the alkaline clay
Wait for the tide to wash the heat away
The diesel smell and the sagebrush scent
The broken line where the horizon bent
Deep water dreams in a shallow bed
Saffron clouds turning gold and red
Your heavy hull on a gravel street
Where the salt and the cedar meet
Saltwater skin in the Santa Fe sand
A heavy anchor in a dry land
Pull me close where the resin glows
Where the wild desert lily grows
Rust and resin, gold and blue
Salty skin, I'm holding you
