He asked me if true love was real
Riding around a Tennessee town
Now I'm making him a sage bundle
To remember me by when I'm not around
Renaissance dress, I'm depressed
I want to be your high desert mistress
Punk's not dead he's proof of it
Uses it to his advantage
But I think it might have gone to his head
Now it's acting like a bandage
There is a space between my legs
Where time stops and no thoughts can penetrate
Skin tight light bright, dramamine bullseye
I'm high desert dreamin'
Fools cry, trees die, animals and I'm
High desert dreamin'
Couldn't catch his eye if I tried
That's why I cry for him every single night
Big sky, hot springs, country, fences
Old lady's driveway, her name is Julie
Sagebrush, mullein, chickadees, tumbleweeds
I'm high desert dreamin'
