The cactus tree

The desert’s arms are open wide
If you can stand the sun
I see no one around for miles
But hear the rattlesnakes’ hum
What kind of fool makes it out here alone?
And works the dust to make this wasteland his home

The cactus tree stands tall and gracefully
With a prickly point to pick with you my friend
You moved out these parts to escape a guilty heart
And now you’re running like you’ve
Got no end … like you’ve got no end
The gunpowders fresh on your fingertips
Your expression gives you away
There’s still time to turn yourself in
If your trail isn’t hot like the day

What kind of man kills for more than his meal?
A man that thinks that a life is something to steal
The joshua tree died gracefully
But your sins still aren’t welcome here my friend
The dusk begins to glow and the air feels so cold
Take your cover before they make your end

What kind of man could make this desert his home?
If you think it’s too hot for the devil to live here your wrong
The cactus tree stands tall and gracefully
But your sins are not welcome here my friend
You moved out of these parts to escape your guilty heart
And now you’re running like you got no end
Like you’ve got no end
You’ve got no end