Mojave Song

Broken bone and liar’s lead
Caught off guard and left for dead
Luck keeps turning as the light begins to dull
And by healing hands I’m saved
Pulled from my shallow grave
I can feel reprisal aching through my skull

Set my sights on shining spires
Set out on the highways tired
On the desert sands and ruined roads I roam
And this old lonesome road
Shall bring me what I’m owed
These new empires on old stones shall be my home

Under the Mojave sky
I find a flag to fly

To tip the odds and rig the game
Deal another hand and play
Every card a shift of circumstance
Let every bettor stake their claim
Deal another hand and play
Stack the deck, I’m letting nothing fall to chance

Atop the glistening tower
Watching the struggles for power
The house sees every deal
Within this town
Behind the gangs and the walls
Keeping a close eye on all
Old secrets buried in the underground

To tip the odds and rig the game
Deal another hand and play
Every card a shift of circumstance
Let every bettor stake their claim
Deal another hand and play
Stack the deck, I’m letting nothing fall to chance

Lumbering across the west
Ruined treasures repossessed
Resurrect the old soul of America
Laws and labour, structures tight
Memories of faded might
Resurrect the old soul of America
And oh
The bear is roving across the west

Shadows loom
All go soon to war

From the chaos comes form and order
From the many comes the one
Out of the east prowl upon the borders
Come to crush and overrun

Brutal the bull, gouge out the weak
Tongue of tyrant at the core
Force of ancients, strike down the meek
Raise the flags, the banners of war
The banners of war

So tip the odds and rig the game
Deal another hand and play
Every card a shift of circumstance
Let every bettor stake their claim
Deal another hand and play
Stack the deck, I’m letting nothing fall to chance

Scattered strays who’ve lost their meaning
Brotherhoods who hide and horde
Followers of help and healing
The addicted lost and scorned

The secluded rumbling thunder
And the spite of prison bars
And the vengeful eyes of wells run dry
That watch me from afar

Someday the change will come and wash the doubt away
The heart of the desert will beat harder on this day