

(hmmnm) "I'm standing here on the ridge...
looking down at the headlights.
I keep staring at your name.
I almost pressed send,
like four times now."
Only the desert knows
Where the signal goes
Quiet faith
in the dust (ahhh)
Under a ceiling of stars
We build our chapels on the highway
Keeping the promise
Keeping the signal clear (oohhhh)
Almost sent.