Meter clicks at dawn's first blush
Turquoise sky begins to hush
Steering wheel burns cold in hand
Gloves wait quiet on the land
Heat rises off the asphalt skin
Day breaks slow the night gives in
Pull the cab to motel shade
Leather rests where dreams are made
Leather gloves on adobe rail
Santa Fe breathes dust and light
Desert sun turns thin and pale
Gloves hold warmth through the night
Twenty years on this same route
Dust covers every worn-out suit
Radio crackles static low
Gloves don't speak but somehow know
Heat rises off the asphalt skin
Day breaks slow the night gives in
Pull the cab to motel shade
Leather rests where dreams are made
Leather gloves on adobe rail
Santa Fe breathes dust and light
Desert sun turns thin and pale
Gloves hold warmth through the night
Passenger left a silk scarf behind
Wind wraps it round the mesquite twine
I drive on the meter resets
Gloves catch warmth no regrets
Leather gloves on adobe rail
Santa Fe breathes dust and light
Desert sun turns thin and pale
Gloves hold warmth through the night
Adobe walls hold noon's fierce glare
Shadows stretch on wooden chair
My hands remember every turn
Leather learns what hands discern
Leather gloves on adobe rail
Santa Fe breathes dust and light
Desert sun turns thin and pale
Gloves hold warmth through the night
Sun dips low past Sangre peaks
Cool wind wakes what daytime seeks
Cab sits parked the engine still
Gloves hold day's last warmth and chill
Leather gloves on adobe rail
Santa Fe breathes dust and light
Desert sun turns thin and pale
Gloves hold warmth through the night
Gloves stay warm when night descends
Santa Fe where the road ends