You said that you'd be waiting for me here in Santa Fe
With hotel rooms and TV's booming loud every night and day
And all I have to do is just be careful what I say
And do and what I put us through
Colorado, lines were down; Des Moine's an underwater town
Don't know what it is; I thought I'd find out here
It's moving forward as it must, ninety-five and blowing dust
Sitting here and missing us; it couldn't be more clear
You said that you'd be waiting for me here in Santa Fe
With dreams and postponements along the way
Conditioned by the outstretched miles and high desert hair
Thinking I might find you there
Holding you in my dreams
Ricocheting back and forth between my two extremes
Of light and dark and all the in-betweens
All of us know too well exactly what that means