We were just passing through your town
Sleeping on the boards of your old house
Candles lit four inside our dreams
And the desert dome all cold and green

I'm here now but my time will come
To be blowing through
I'm here now but my time will come
To be blowing through the canyon

It was a seven hour drive down the glittering eight
Rattlesnake passage straight to LA
He waved goodbye from his broken down fence
And I thought for sure I'd see him again

I'm here now but my time will come
To be blowing through
I'm here now but my time will come
To be blowing through the canyon

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Writer(s): Laura Veirs