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I'm a mostly-good-enough man And I own the [unknown] in this desert town I've always lived alone behind the shop out back With an emptiness so heavy hanging all around I was fifty-three years old when I got away Took a plane to Thailand and I found her there Standing in the market with her hair so black I had the money so I took her back [unknown] There I took her back into this desert town And lived our lives the same as most of you We never loved each other but that's alright That's a gift given only to a chosen few Was a good deal we had going She kept the kitchen busy and it kept her fit She got a comfortable place to sleep And I got a woman sleeping in my bed A bus comes through this desert town Every Sunday morning making its way west 'Cause we got [unknown] twenty dollar notes I grabbed her and pulled her close to my chest I said "Darling, you can never leave, Or I'll bury your body in the desert sand" They stretch on forever like the endless years You've never seen a more brutal and beautiful land I got up this morning Kitchen was quiet, it was all real silent I got in my car and drove out looking for her Bobby said he saw her getting on the Sunday bus Now it's dark and I'm behind the wheel With my rifle on the front seat and in front of us The desert's such a brutal and beautiful place And I can see the tail-lights of the Sunday bus |