Gail With The Golden Hair

Out in the red rock desert
 Sitting on the roof of my car
 Drinking cans of warm beer
 Watching the sky get dark
 Gail and I shot our empties
 With an old rusted rifle
 Her golden hair went flying
 Like a wild brush fire
 When the mountains turn red at dusk
 Time passed in the burning desert
 And the tumbleweeds, they tumbled
 We lay in a golden fire
 As the screaming buzzards circled
 Far down the darkened valley
 The city lights still twinkled
 But my eye saw the beauty
 And her hair in golden fire
 When the mountains turn red at dusk
 But the fire burned right through her
 It followed unseen voices
 They led her to the city
 Deep in the darkened valley
 I draw circles through the alleys
 Calling my burdened lover
 But Gail ran deeper into the gloom
 Screaming at the streetlights
 And I lost her hair forever
 Deep in the valley's darkness
 My Gail with the golden hair
 That burned as bright as fire
 When the mountains turned red at dusk