Lonely Town

Dry wind blows through my window
I hear coyotes wailing in the horizon
Sounds like Rahma crying for the One
Gone lost in the wilderness;
I taste sweat off my tongue
Oh no, it’s blood!
Yours or mine,  who cares
Who really knows,  babe
One more drink for the road
The traffic has gotten worst
In this crazy lonely town
All I want to do is come home to you
Yes, that’s all I’m gonna do is
Return to you soon.