Buffalo Skull on the Desert

Buffalo skull on the desert,
White from the wind and the sun;
Sometimes I feel like that buffalo skull&
I really don t need anyone.

Buffalo skull on the desert,
Spider makes a home in its head;
Sometimes I feel like that buffalo skull
When I think of those last words you said.

You said to me, Adios, caballero, we re crossing the border,
A posse s close on our trail;
We re wanted for love, and there s a price on our hearts&
We re fugitives from somebody s jail.
And our ponies are starting to fail&

Buffalo skull on the desert,
Gila monster scurries by;
Sometimes I feel like that buffalo skull
Under the dry desert sky.

You said to me, Adios, caballero, we re crossing the border,
A posse s close on our trail;
We re wanted for love, and there s a price on our hearts&
We re fugitives from somebody s marital jail,
And our ponies are starting to fail&

Buffalo skull on the desert,
Might make a good souvenir;
Sometimes I feel like that buffalo skull
On a fence-post so far from here.
1985