He rubs the oil on the cold gray steel
The hum of the road is a heavy wheel
Arizona heat on a rusted hood
The silence of stone is well understood
Polishing silver in the desert glare
Hot wind is blowing through the salty air
A long open highway cutting through the red
The hunger for hunting is a heavy thread
Like Aloe Vera in a rocky bed
He waits for the monster to wake from its dead
The soil is thirsty and the air is dry
A hawk is circling in a copper sky
The blade is a mirror for the midday sun
The work of the hunter is never done
He thinks of the roots and the deep dark loam
The asphalt is singing a song of home
Polishing silver in the desert glare
Hot wind is blowing through the salty air
A long open highway cutting through the red
The hunger for hunting is a heavy thread
Slow down the rhythm of the heavy beat
Cool down the fever of the summer heat
The metal is shining like a winter moon
The night is arriving and it's coming soon
He packs up the cloth and he sheathes the light
Ready to wander in the velvet night
Like Latin seedlings in a shaded row
He watches the traffic and the steady flow
Polishing silver in the desert glare
Hot wind is blowing through the salty air
A long open highway cutting through the red
The hunger for hunting is a heavy thread
Silver and sand.
Just silver and sand.
Ride on.
