So let's go deadbolt your shed door

Cram your paper money, snug, closer than before

Chandeliers are falling in graveyard rows

And your eyes are shifting dials like AM radios Snowed over river, melted more last night

Still the same, the shattered windshields of spidered ice

Yes, yes, mother, I mean to be baptized

Seeds that make the higher ground grow and multiply Joy to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night

Bourbon and a pistol in the dash, out of sight

What did you expect, romantic call of why?

Just empty, desert light Few feet float above these Persian throw rugs

And tuck themselves in percussionist, succession words

Tonight, a single, simple folk play themselves low

Just like talking city blues, down in the hole we loathe Joy to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night

Bourbon and a pistol in the dash, out of sight

What did you expect, romantic call of why?

Just empty, desert light I suggest that you respect the deal

And keep your nose out of business of priests and holy men

The life you have chosen is filled with dirty finger nails

And lost and founds and canceled appointments Ten, ten more avenues, time to choose

And there's rain that'll fall down on fire

There's fifty doors to choose from and there's many more

Many more inside, inside, inside

Well, the night time's going to come

The night time's going to come Joy to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night

Bourbon and a pistol in the dash, out of sight

What did you expect, romantic call of why?

Just empty, desert light Joy to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night

Joy to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night

Joy to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night

Just empty, desert light, it's just empty, desert light

It's just empty, desert light