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