On a hot summer day
'Bout an hour away
From where he's supposed to be
With the sun going down
In that Palm Desert town
Pretending he's free
He sits on the stool
Like a crazy old fool under a buzzing neon light
He casually checks out the spot
Orders up another shot
And waits for his chance to make some romance
On a hot desert night

Before he can think
Has too much to drink
Defenses are down
They both leave the bar
And he drives the car
To the dark side of town
They spring for a room
Step into the gloom of a dank and musty space
Gets it done and gets out of that place
Never even looks at her face
Puts the pedal to the metal and begins to race
Through the hot desert night

It was hot as the Devil that day
Wrapped up his soul and he gave it away
Everything he once felt was right
Melted away in the hot desert night

On the way back west
With a lump in his chest
He never felt so alone
The blades of the turbines
Cut through the wind
Like a knife to the bone
He crawls into bed
With a throbbing head and a heart that's sunk too deep
He's never going to get to sleep
He's never going to get it right
Lying to himself and to everyone else
On a hot desert night