I threw my robe on in the morning
Watched the ring on the stove turn red
Stared hypnotized into a cup of coffee
Pulled on my boots and made the bed
Screen door hanging off its hinges

Kept banging me awake all night
As I look out the window
The only thing in sight

Is dry lightning on the horizon line
Just dry lightning and you on my mind

I chased the heat of her blood
Like it was the holy grail
Descend beautiful spirit
Into the evening pale
Her appaloosa´s
Kicking in the corral smelling rain
There´s a low thunder rolling
Across the mesquite plain

I´d drive down to Alvarado Street
Where she´d dance to make ends meet

I´d spend the night over my gin
As she´d talk to her men
Well, the piss yellow sun
Comes bringing up the day
She said "Ain´t nobody can give nobody
What they really need anyway"
Well, you get so sick of the fighting
You lose your fear of the end
But I can´t lose your memory
And the sweet smell of your skin