Hot sand
Wheel keeps clicking
Wheel keeps clicking
Cracked hands
My mind keeps ticking
My mind keeps ticking
We are in some dry land
But your desert? s not a desert at all
You? re with some divided man
Just be careful you don? t fall apart
Call me if you want to break out
Call me if you can? t win
We can find some desert hideout
Your desert? s not a desert at all
Ain? t it strange the lack of color?
But it? s all together colorful
Ain? t it strange to lack color?
You gotta believe me, you gotta come see me
I know you from way back when
You gotta believe me, you gotta come see me
I know you, i knew you way back then
So call me if you want to break out
Call me if you can? t win
We can find some desert hideout
And let the desolation sink in
You gotta believe me, you gotta come see me
I know you from way back when
You gotta believe me, you gotta come see me
I know you, i knew you way back then
You desert? s not a desert at all
Writer(s): Nathan Thomas Martinez, Tom Zovich, Billy Mccarthy, Eric Sanderson
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