I never meet her in the city

But believe me she is pretty

Six-hundred-fifty miles away

I meet my angel in the desert

In the desert I can meet her

Oh in the desert heat she makes me play



I'm not trying to be clever

I'm not getting there forever

Only flying with the wind and thee

I'm not trying to be late

Just becoming a slave

Come on angel, play the game



I'm not trying to be clever

I'm not getting there forever

Won't fight with the window on me

I'm not trying to be late

Just becoming a slave

Come on angel, play the game



She's never in the city

But the woman she's pretty

Six-hundred-fifty miles away

I meet my angel in the desert

In the desert I can meet her

In the desert heat she makes me pray



There is a race in your face