Track Insight / Lyrics
Red dust coats the wooden rail
I sip coffee, bitter, stale
Headlights cut the sagebrush thick
Tires hum a steady click
Two dollars cold in my calloused hand
Guarding the gate on this desert land
Santa Fe glow paints the sky blood red
Another night to earn my bread
Old Miguel brings tamales wrapped
In foil packets, heat trapped
He pays in quarters, greasy thumb
Whistles soft a mariachi hum
Two dollars cold in my calloused hand
Guarding the gate on this desert land
Santa Fe glow paints the sky blood red
Another night to earn my bread
A Cadillac with Texas plates
Driver argues with the fates
She throws a bill, don't wait for change
Engine roars across the range
Two dollars cold in my calloused hand
Guarding the gate on this desert land
Santa Fe glow paints the sky blood red
Another night to earn my bread
Pink cracks the horizon line
My shift ends on morning time
I lock the box, wipe off the grime
Another day, another dime
Two dollars cold in my calloused hand
Guarding the gate on this desert land
Santa Fe sun burns through the red
I fry my eggs and rest my head
