Time Burns On Yarn

I spent a long day with the desert winds
Sand kept blowing all around
And I have a hard time with the desert heat
Constant sweat upon my brow

When the night falls, well so do I
So please pick me up in the morning time
I'm waiting for you to tell me when it's right
To get back on my train tonight

I gotta blow out of this Texas town
And go back to my home
Where the pace ain't so slow
And time burns on

I gotta get back to my Brooklyn flat
Where the neighbors don't know my name
And the forecast calls for rain
And time burns on
Where time burns on

Now I'm back out on the road again
The county roads feel lone and bare
I better flag a ride before the sun goes down
When the winds stir the cold desert air