Morning sun hits the Interstate Ten
Heat rises off the shoulder like sin
I've tuned five thousand hammers and pins
Road doesn't care where you've been
Wrench turns slow in the noon day glare
Fourth octave A sings clean in the air
Mile markers count what we both share
Time don't wait for a prayer
Wire and sand don't shake hands
One sings sharp one draws lines in the land
I hold the pitch where the heat expands
Wire and sand don't shake hands
Passenger seat holds a felt-covered case
Dust coats the legs in a fine gray lace
Driver says son keep a steady pace
Every curve got its own kind of grace
Wrench turns slow in the noon day glare
Fourth octave A sings clean in the air
Mile markers count what we both share
Time don't wait for a prayer
Wire and sand don't shake hands
One sings sharp one draws lines in the land
I hold the pitch where the heat expands
Wire and sand don't shake hands
Saguaro shadows stretch long and thin
Tuning pins loosen where heat begins
Driver checks mirrors then checks again
Desert don't forgive where you've been
Wire and sand don't shake hands
One sings sharp one draws lines in the land
I hold the pitch where the heat expands
Wire and sand don't shake hands
Sun drops low past the Painted Rocks
Temperature falls like a boxer's knocks
Strings settle deep in their wooden blocks
Night brings peace to the tuning forks
Wire and sand don't shake hands
One sings sharp one draws lines in the land
I hold the pitch where the heat expands
Wire and sand don't shake hands
Headlights carve tunnels through purple dark
Coyote sings flat near the mile marker park
Driver lights up a cigarette spark
Road goes on but we leave our mark
Wire and sand don't shake hands
One sings sharp one draws lines in the land
I hold the pitch where the heat expands
Wire and sand don't shake hands
Wire and sand understand
Fork goes quiet in the case tonight
Desert keeps tuning its own pitch right
