Night has fallen on the desert.

It's about time.

It's about time and place.

This place is called Wonder Valley.

As you always hear people saying, I wonder what I'm doing out here.

Sometimes you're just driving up Amboy Road.

Thinking about joining the Marines again.

The only thing that's keeping you from the few, the few and the proud, is that last-minute

right turn on Amboy Road.

I wonder it was this way instead.

Well, there's meth shacks, heart attacks,

water tanks and rattlesnakes,

TV antennas reaching up into the bone-dry sky

like the arms of Joshua

with the cinder block walls

tumbling down

and you think with the cinder block walls tumbling down.

And you think, maybe I should have just joined the Marines back in town.

I could cash my VA check and go in the garage, start up the old wreck take the back way to Vegas del Camino del desereto with La Miga hiding up at the vista point.

Ready to haul your ass away if you're hungry enough to need a job.

I'll wear the rabbit stash across the two lane because there's not much to do there at night

so you wait for the rumble and you wait for the light

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