Paper thin and yellowed gray
Sits beside the tray today
Ink is blurred and hard to read
Like a ghost that wants to lead
Oh, this Santa Fe card
Hits the pavement hard
Miles of open road
Carrying the load
Motel porch is peeling white
Underneath the desert light
Tattered edges curl and fray
Watching all the gold turn gray
Oh, this Santa Fe card
Hits the pavement hard
Miles of open road
Carrying the load
Coffee black and grease on skin
Where the lonely roads begin
Half a sentence left unplanned
Slipping through a shaking hand
Oh, this Santa Fe card
Hits the pavement hard
Miles of open road
Carrying the load
Chrome is rusted on the gate
Leaving everything to fate
One last look at Turquoise sky
Where the heavy vultures fly
Oh, this Santa Fe card
Hits the pavement hard
Miles of open road
Carrying the load
Just a piece of paper now.
Let it blow away.
