Mojave Rain


Please don't tell me I can't make it
It ain't gonna do me any good
And please don't offer me your modern methods
I'm fixin' to carve this out of wood

From Nogales to Magdalena
There are sixty miles of sacred road
And the promise is made to those who venture
San Fransisco will lift your load

In the land of old Sonora
A shallow river valley cries
The summer left her without forgiveness
It's mirrored in her children's eyes

Prodigal sons and wayward daughters
Carry mandas that they might
Be delivered from the depths of darkness
And born again by candle light
And born again by candle light

Blisters on my feet
Wooden rosary
I felt them in my pocket as I ran
A bullet in the night
A federales light
San Fransisco do you understand?

Tell 'em that I made the journey
And tell 'em that my heart is true
I'd like his blessing of forgiveness
Before the angels send it through

And I will know that I am clean now
And I will dance and the band will play
In the old untombed cantina
Cups will runneth over the ancient clay
And if I should fall to temptation
When I return to the evil throughs
From Nogales to Magdalena
As a two time beggar I will go
Where I know I can be forgiven
The broken heart of Mexico
The broken heart of Mexico





 (Written by Brandon Flowers)