Wine in the Desert

Wine in the Desert
The first season is the hardest
With four seasons still to go
Searching for what’s not showing
The Desert’s chewing on your bones

Pull the lace back from your window
Pull your hair back from your face
To see you one more time
Would be better
Than a drink of water
Better than a drink of wine

The second season is the hardest
Take each season in its turn
There’s still nothing growing
Flowers waiting for the sun

The final seasons are the hardest
An endless empty ache
There’ll be water in the canyon
To hold the Devil in his place