Just empty, desert light
Joy to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night
Just empty, desert light
Snowed over river, melted more last night
Well, the night time's going to come
Joy to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night
Just like talking city blues, down in the hole we loathe
Seeds that make the higher ground grow and multiply
Joy to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night
There's fifty doors to choose from and there's many more
The life you have chosen is filled with dirty finger nails
Joy to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night
Yes, yes, mother, I mean to be baptized
And lost and founds and canceled appointments
Ten, ten more avenues, time to choose
Bourbon and a pistol in the dash, out of sight
Still the same, the shattered windshields of spidered ice
Chandeliers are falling in graveyard rows
Joy to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night
Tonight, a single, simple folk play themselves low
What did you expect, romantic call of why?
And keep your nose out of business of priests and holy men
The night time's going to come
Just empty, desert light
Many more inside, inside, inside
Few feet float above these Persian throw rugs
Just empty, desert light, it's just empty, desert light
Bourbon and a pistol in the dash, out of sight
And tuck themselves in percussionist, succession words
And there's rain that'll fall down on fire
I suggest that you respect the deal
And your eyes are shifting dials like AM radios
Joy to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night
What did you expect, romantic call of why?
Bourbon and a pistol in the dash, out of sight
What did you expect, romantic call of why?
