We were just passing through your town
Sleeping on the boards of your old house
Candles lit four inside our dreams
And the desert dome all cold and green

[Chorus]
I’m here now but my time will come
To be blowing through
I’m here now but my time will come
To be blowing through the canyon

It was a seven hour drive down the glittering 8
Rattlesnake passage straight to LA
He waved goodbye from his broken down fence
And I thought for sure I’d see him again

[Chorus]
I’m here now but my time will come
To be blowing through
I’m here now but my time will come
To be blowing through the canyon

Na-na-na
Na-na-na
Na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na