The Desert Babbler

As new as he, California's gonna kill you soon
A bus with boys, but calls in the shadow of the moon
Black houses in the hills and road side hearts
Dying for a place to fall apartWho knew that you can learn to live without?
Mother Mary's laying in your mouth now
Big home to catch his warm with grace must whine
Never think this girl is nice to grownYou left a look for him, but you're far
from the heart like tonightSo quietly we're lost and were here
The desert put a babbler in your ear
Mean fight away and not miss you again
Boston boys are speeding to the wind now