You stand out in the tangled weeds
Sown from some old forgotten seeds
The workshop wall is peeling grey
You watch the light just burn away
Two suns high in a copper sky
Wait for the moment just to fly
Steel in your hand and grit in your eye
Under the heat where the lizards lie
The rusted pliers on the floor
Lock the latch on the heavy door
You lean your back on a cedar post
Waiting out here like a desert ghost
Two suns high in a copper sky
Wait for the moment just to fly
Steel in your hand and grit in your eye
Under the heat where the lizards lie
You smell the grease and the burnt oil
Watch the black ground begin to boil
The backyard fence is a broken line
Tracing a map of a dead design
Two suns high in a copper sky
Wait for the moment just to fly
Steel in your hand and grit in your eye
Under the heat where the lizards lie
The clock is ticking in your head
The words of warning have all been said
You kick the dirt with a heavy boot
Digging deep down to the bitter root
Two suns high in a copper sky
Wait for the moment just to fly
Steel in your hand and grit in your eye
Under the heat where the lizards lie
Twin suns burning.
Just keep waiting.
Yeah!
