Does the wind still blow in New Mexico?
Silver candelabras yet shine?
Is Catherine still the queen of El Paso?
Never to be yours, never to be mine
Out of reach like the pale moon that shines
On the road to Las Cruces

On a high plateau out of Anton Chico
I see the dust of a herd movin' through
The dream and the light softly fading
The horses will not stand
They wish to go with them
Riding for Alex Carone
On the road to Las Vegas

At the line of desire, seven strands of barbed wire
To hold back the onrushing tide
Many dreams have been brought to the border
Down in the canyons
Down in the culverts
The pray for safe passage tonight
On the trail to Albuquerque

I crossed over Ratón
Stood there alone
Staring in to the heart of the night
Across that dark plain to El Paso
Where Catherine sleeps, Catherine dreams
Out of reach like the pale moon that shines
On the road to Las Cruces
The road to Las Cruces