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( Desert story song lyrics )
CAUGHT IN THE DESERT
Copyright © 2000 - MickTerry.com

He had this real bright notion
of holding up a liquor store.
Without too much in thinking,
he jumped right into the fray.
His hand inside his pocket,
his face behind a hockey mask,
he waited in the long line,
then asked for the take of the day.

He found it truly puzzling
the clerk would have a lot of nerve,
before he'd give him money,
demanding proof of a gun.
He said, "You think I'm joking?
You think I got, like, nothing here?"
When he pulled out his penknife,
they laughed 'til he started to run.

    CAUGHT IN THE DESERT in the open sun,
    no break from the heat 'til the darkness comes.
    A mouth full of cotton drier than the sand,
    and the only thing moving is the scorpion,
    and the only things growing are blisters.

He ran to be escaping,
not knowing where he's running to.
He ran into the desert,
to find a place he could hide.
He ran 'til he discovered
that he had even lost himself.
There's not much in the desert past sand,
a few rocks & the sky.

    CHORUS

        With nothing but the sun to burn you,
        nothing but the sand to spurn you,
        nothing but the sky to turn to,
        you think you're going to die.
        With nothing but the sun to burn you,
        nothing but the sand to spurn you,
        nothing but the sky to turn to,
        you start to wondering why.

He finally lost the desert.
He finally got to get back home.
He found nobody looking,
nobody even could care.
Nobody'd even chased him
& here he had been almost killed.
He'd lost something in the desert.
He'd left his life of crime out there.

    CHORUS

Copyright © 2000  MICK TERRY  Silent Tree Music  All rights reserved
[ Reprinted here by permission of the composer-lyricist ]   BMI
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