Rhyolite
a red ball of fire hung low in the sky
on a black velvet curtain I can't describe
the ghosts all have ghosts - the hills all have eyes
I just took my girl out here for a ride
a halo of bats surrounded the lights
near the glass house she vanished into the night
now my bike won't start, the spark plugs won't spark
stuck north of Vegas in the town of Rhyolite
my girl must have put up one hell of a fight
she was barely alive when I finally started my bike
We tried to get out of town, but we got turned around
because everyone wakes up dead in Rhyolite
Rhyolite
Autor(es): Bates
