A smashed windshield, the dust on a pickup truck Shine with silver secrets in the Albuquerque sun The light makes jewels of pawn shops and drive-thru banks Wrinkled faces staring out the windows of the laundromat And even the broken glass scattered in the street Shines like a thousand diamond rings
Neon signs above the old motels, warehouse stores and strip malls, Houses sprawled across the hills The sunset’s a bird with wings made out of fire Parking lots turn to gold as it glides across the sky And every night from 6:00 to 6:05 The desert dirt shimmers like a sea of watermelon light
Even the broken glass shattered in the street Shines like a thousand diamond rings