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 turned red at duskTime passed in the burning desert and the tumbleweeds they tumbled
We lay in a golden fire as the screaming buzzards circled
Far down in the darkened valley the city lights still twinkled
But my eyes saw only Gail and her hair in golden fire
When the mountains turned red at duskBut the fire burned right through her Gail followed unseen voices
They led her to the city deep in the darkened valley
I drove circles through the alleys calling my burning lover
But Gail ran deeper in the gloom screaming at the street lights
And I lost her there forever deep in the valleys darkness
My Gail with the golden hair that burned as bright as fire
When the mountains turned red at dusk