It's New Years Eve, California's gonna kill you soon
The Barstow boys, buckeyes in the shadow of the moon
Black houses in the hills and road side hearts
Dying for a place to fall apart

Who knew what you could learn to live without?
Mother Mary's laying in your mouth now
Back home the kitchen's warm with Christmas wine
And every girl has got an axe to grind

You left a look for Heaven, but you're far
From the hard light tonight

So quietly we're lost another year
The desert put a babbler in your ear
Mean fireweed and I miss you again
Barstow boys are spit into the wind now

Back home the hammer always has to fall
Crosses barely hanging on the wall
Someday I know you'll never leave me
But we're far from the hard light tonight

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Samuel Ervin Beam