I've got to get to Arizona
And see the desert smile
But I mustn't leave these church bells
To the boys in the corral

Half-way now to Arizona,
I can feel his muscles rise.
With his goosebump riddled hair
And a peanut shell for Parthenon,
A blanket sky with stars for dawn,
But I just can't leave the look
I saw in Izabella's eyes

Her eyes control the vacancy
Behind my wounded sight
But Arizona calls
To mend my frailty.
For inspiration and desperation
Alone control our plight
And I'm half a mile from Arizona…