The radio babbles in Spanish
My van is parked out front
There ain’t been another car roll past this street in days
And we’re worred ‘bout the DEA
Kickin in our door some night
Since they found that stuff
In my glove compartment
At that checkpoint just north of Las Cruces
Hazel coughs in the kitchen
Her bright eyes will not be dimmed
By the sun that knows no season and no name
And the wind chimes up above
Dance in the restless desert air
And I feel like I’m supposed to be someplace
But I don’t know where

Sometimes I think that I
Might run for president
Concentrate on states that might stomach a Jew
Like New York, California, and Florida
Massachusetts, New Jersey
Illinois, Rhode Island, Maryland
Iowa, ‘cause after all I’m a native son
My first ninety days in office
I’d ram my program through before they knew hat hit ’em
Drugs would be legal
Statehood be granted to any country that wants it
But they’d be sure to run me out of there
Some scandal would stick to me like come in your hair
And I’d feel like I’m supposed to be someplace
But I don’t know where

Hey desert wind
Carry me away
Someplace where I know what to do and what to say
And hey, when I’m sleeping
I dream of a camel sleigh
And a desert wind to carry me away

The sun, it is beating
Time moves like a knife
When it ain’t been there I’ve blessed the sun
When it is I’ve cursed the sun all my life
There’s a door off its hinges
Sitting in the yard
The yard made of stones
I guess they pulled up the grass
I guess mowing it would be too hard
The yellow house across the street
They’re getting it ready to rent
To some retired folks that
Pennsylvania or Minnesota sent
They trade forty years in the factory
For some dry, hot desert air
And they feel like they’re supposed to be someplace
But they don’t know where

Hey desert wind
Carry me away
Someplace where I know what to do and what to say
And hey, when I’m sleeping
I dream of a camel sleigh
And a desert wind to carry me away
And a desert wind
To carry me away

(lyrics: Dan Bern)