Song Length |
3:24 |
Genre |
Country - Alternative |
Lyrics
WAVE OF YOUR HAND
I was strung out in Las Vegas
As the night turned into day.
I was lookin' for signs of Gram and others
Who had passed along the way.
It was the face of River Phoenix
That really caught my eye.
He had a haunted look about him
And he was way to young to die.
Just a graven image
on the cover of a magazine.
Blowin' in the-desert dust
In a land of broken dreams.
Spirits of the desert
ridin' through the night.
Secrets held forever.
Tales of wrong and right.
I wish that I could know what lies
Beneath your burnin' sand
And justify this haunted life
With a wave of your hand.
Tonight a ghostly figure rides
With a ghostly retinue.
I was feelin' lost and all alone
When the dawn came into view.
I had a moments reservation
As I watched that growin' light.
My heart and soul were loathe to go
From the darkness of the night.
Spirits of the desert
ridin' through the night.
Secrets held forever.
Tales of wrong and right.
I wish that you would show what lies
Beneath your burnin' sand
And brush aside this troubled life
With a wave of your hand