Journey through El Paso
Driving through the way laid land.
In a desert full of flurry, sands, graves, wind twisters.
A journey coast to coast.
The journey through El Paso
The cemeteries, the beautiful trees, the dry grasses, the hip jesters
The red trucks, the fancy cars, the trashy cars.
The canary, where racing begins.
The free loaders, the rejoinders.
Saving faces as we kept on moving
Toward El Paso over the threshold
Quiet, guilt, calm as the people move
Sand twisters, sand blowers, mind blowers, quiet pacers strange as can be.
Great Elpaso made notorious by the great Democrats
Singing Blues over the egde
Repetition of the word made it easy
yes to find the furlough.
As I waited to pass the edge.
it become cold, quiet and calm
contrary to what they people made it to be, loud , noisy and clasp of hands
But my memory still real on a way over ElPaso
Life is not really as it seems on Television