The desert wind tastes like a coin.
Where the old road and the new join.
I sit in a box made of tin.
Waiting for the morning to begin.
Oh, the copper gate is closing tight.
Underneath a heavy desert light.
Silver lines on a black ribbon road.
Carrying a heavy metal load.
You drive by in a shiny chrome blur.
The engine makes a steady low purr.
I hold out my hand for the fee.
You don't even look back at me.
Oh, the copper gate is closing tight.
Underneath a heavy desert light.
Silver lines on a black ribbon road.
Carrying a heavy metal load.
The asphalt heat makes the air shake.
A lonely heart is a thing to break.
I count every car that flies past.
Knowing that the quiet will last.
Oh, the copper gate is closing tight.
Underneath a heavy desert light.
Silver lines on a black ribbon road.
Carrying a heavy metal load.
My skin is like leather and old lace.
A map of the years on my face.
The toll booth is rusting away.
While the red rocks turn into grey.
The fast lane is a river of gold.
A story that is already told.
I am the rock in the rushing stream.
Living in a wide open dream.
The sun dips low in a purple haze.
I remember the slow summer days.
The coins in the tray make a sound.
While the heavy wheels hammer the ground.
Oh, the copper gate is closing tight.
Underneath a heavy desert light.
Silver lines on a black ribbon road.
Carrying a heavy metal load.
Just a dime for the ride.
Keep the window open wide.
Keep it slow.
