You've got some whiskey
I want to taste it
You've got a new dream
I want to help you chase it
And I've got a bed
So come on, let's make it
I grew up thinking I was poor white trash
In a tiny house beneath the freeway overpass
In our village in the meadow we lost three of our young
We don't talk about it, no, we bite our tongues
We lost our best friends and our friends of friends
Sisters and daughters, brothers and sons
Oh, I love the desert
Oh, I hate this desert
So I grew up and I grew old
Moved to new neighborhood t'was rich and cold
There was the blonde in high school and the brunette later on
And the girl who left for who I wrote this song
We started out slow but quickly progressed
We were never confused, no we were never dressed
Let's make it out
Let's make it out now
(Oh she loves the desert)
Let's make it out
(Oh, she hates this desert)
Let's make it out of here
Let's make it out
Let's make it out now
My life's measured out in coffee spoons, half smoked cigarettes, and blind regrets
I get lost in the motion of a woman's legs
Just like my brother, yeah, he sleeps in Spain
So here's to the future and forward progress
We'll raise our glasses, we'll both confess
You've got some whiskey
I want to taste it
You've got a new dream
I want to help you chase it
And I've got a bed
So come on, let's make it
Let's make it out
Let's make it out now
(Oh, I love the desert, Oh, I hate this desert)
Let's make it out
Let's make it out of here
Oh, I love the desert
Oh, I hate this desert