DESERT HEART

(Timothy Brickley and David Rheins)

No words of bitterness, just part company.

Soon the thought of this will seem comedy.

Your desert heart of disbelief, our childhood's hand in hand,

never ever leaving never-never land

but I will never be afraid of again of being lost

without saviour or smile

    Desert heart, I know you have no trust

    and I have nothing to say

    if this is all we have to offer

    then maybe we really should stay away

We walk thru the trees and houses and say, this isn't me,

it's not like that we've really started, we haven't yet really, have we?

No, not really not yet, it doesn't seem like starting but we are.

Bet it doesn't feel like ending when they come for you in the big, black car

I remember climbing fences and starting at the sea

I imagine your childhood white dresses

    Desert heart, I know you have no trust

    and I have nothing to say

    if this is all we have to offer

    then maybe we really should stay away

In your arms and in your eyes,

I know your fear and follow the lies

I see the scars, feel your barbed-wire

and swallow your tears

    Desert heart, I know you have no trust

    and I have nothing to say

    if this is all we have to offer

    then maybe we really should stay away

No words of bitterness, we just part company

and now the thought of you somehow feels more free.

                                                                                   Copyright 1988, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins

Jeff Chapin: drums.

Bill Moss: bass.

John McCool and John Byrne: electric guitars.

TB: acoustic guitar, vox.