Leather strap is torn and gray
Left out in the heat of day
Baking on a wooden floor
Just outside the motel door
Santa Fe wind blows the grit
Where the rusted metal sit
Glass is clouded by the salt
Time has brought it to a halt
Oh, the silver lens is blind
Leaving all the views behind
Frozen in a desert glare
Left alone in salty air
Old as any taxi ride
Nowhere left for it to hide
Chrome is peeling off the rim
Lighting in the room is dim
Oh, the silver lens is blind
Leaving all the views behind
Frozen in a desert glare
Left alone in salty air
A heavy click, a shutter snap
Caught inside a lonely trap
No one comes to wind the gear
No one tells it that it's here
Sand is filling up the slot
In a dry and dusty lot
Iron bolts have turned to red
Like a story long since dead
Cactus needles prick the skin
Where the metal casing thin
Waiting for a hand to hold
Turning gray and turning old
Oh, the silver lens is blind
Leaving all the views behind
Frozen in a desert glare
Left alone in salty air
Just a piece of rusted tin
Let the desert wind blow in
Let it blow in
Blow it in
