Well, there ain't no phone and the grass don't grow
In the older part of New Mexico
I drifted into town one day
Stumbled in on a lost cafe
The shades were pulled and the door was locked
But something made me knock
Time stood still when she opened the door
I didn't know where I was anymore
And we were lost in each others eyes
Where loneliness meets paradise
Something in my heart broke free
Blowing wild as a tumble weed
Somewhere north of Heaven
Where eagles fear to fly
The sun burns hot as the Devil's gaze
Where desert meets the sky
Tattooed on my memory is the image of an angels face
North of Heaven, south of Santa Fe
Bad news tends to travel fast