The Golden Door

The desert feels like rain
I think the flowers have got into my brain
Woke in the shade of a sycamore tree
Angel in a pickup stopped by and rescued me

She died and came back through the golden door
The automated external defibrillator
Brought her back for one more
She died and came back through the golden door

Her road is a crooked line
Over the lip of the canyon down to another time
Running to the river I can see her still
Rose with her long hair dripping
Looking like she could kill

She died and came back through the golden door
The automated external defibrillator
Brought her back for one more
She died and came back through the golden door



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Adriel
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