Here I am. I'm in a gaseous haze. Ten lanes and tall boys. Going both ways. El dorado riding on the fringe. Aztec princess take revenge. This ain't my style, this ain't my home.
The rain held back again. Haven't felt a drop since you went away. Outside of town, the hills are brown. I guess way out there you'd call 'em golden. Lines outside the welfare store.
It's a hazy winter's day. And I'm staring out on the southland. In the twilight distance on the bay. My mind sees you running through the marshland. All these years I've been waiting for you.