From the recording Soul In Motion

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Inspired by John Annerino's "Dead in Their Tracks" book (https://uapress.arizona.edu/book/dead-in-their-tracks).

Live performance video here: https://youtu.be/Nkg04Rq7U0A

Lyrics

Found myself in the desert
Angels all around
I was not searching for the answer
I was just seeking up from down
They held me tight to this lifeline
Dripping water on my lips
Frail withered man dying slowly
Upon the sun-cracked ground

I saw three others in the desert
Their skin as black as night
One hung from the tree branch
Waving his last rite
Up ahead a child and a woman
Gave way to their plight
On this road bound for plenty
A merciless, a merciless gravesite

In the distant rocky ledges
I can hear coyotes call
They tell me to keep movin’ onward
Even though the night soon will fall
Empty jug tied to my waist
No relief for these dried veins
On this road bound for heaven
Where only dust, only dust remains

So many souls pass me by
I can hear, I can hear, I can hear them faintly cry
And this devil road is not so lonely
With all these angels all around me
With all these angels all around me
With all these angels
All around