Lyrics

In the desert, the heart stands a mountain
it has no place to keep its secrets

in the cities of grey slate buildings
all night marquees and flashing billboards
of Virginia Slim and Camel Joe
we stuff our ears with the 24 hour seven day a week diner of
fiber optic chatter

after we've worked our 40 per week
20 year minimum
we stand on top of piles
of brick and concrete and sheetrock
and say "look, I have built this, this is mine"
and bath in the ovation of 5 oclock traffic horns
and tires spinning below

photographers take our pictures
and watch our lips go up and down on television
toast us as one of the new
top 10
up and coming

but we
we will not go to the desert
we will not take off our clothes
or bear our hearts
or shut our mouths