i drove my cherry red datsun out to the golden dunes
i laid my colt 45 on the sand beside me
i stayed in the dusty desert with the clean air and a hazy mind
thinking of you, the you i just killed, its painful as much as i deserve
a life that started so innocent, now topped with fleeing broken hearts
all i have left of myself is a tan, my gun and my cherry red datsun
what is a man to do with himself but travel to a blazing desert
concerned about how easily swayed i am by all this good under the sun
i reflect upon the past, maybe too often but maybe i should more
all the death and sorrow followed by an ache to recast and mend
i stopped and traveled away, more like i ran to defend my personals
the desert is where i find myself botched up going mental
i got this beautiful cherry red datsun right here but a colt 45 too
the gun, the sun, all of my fun but i was compelled to pass it up to the desert
