She said she’d meet me down in Santa Fe So we could do the Farolita Walk She’d hire a car and we would drive all day To Albuquerque or to Window Rock Then watch the bonfires burn on Canyon Lane As dusk descended and the daylight fade But she was held up in the winter rain And I was unavoidably delayed She said she’d tie her waist-length hair in braids And wear the sweater that I bought her once And we’d make love for three or four decades Then break to have a shower and lunch And she’d have me cut her bangs and come Down with her to the Indian trading post
But she heard a different drum When I was spirited away by ghosts I know she loved me And I loved her too But love will make a puppet Out of you She said she didn’t want my money, no Despite her personal circumstance, and mine And I respected that and spoke as though All things were well, but listener I was blind I walked right into such a tangled knot While she foresaw the trap ahead And shared some blessed second thoughts And left me gazing at an empty bed She said she’d meet me down in Santa Fe She said she’d meet me down in Santa Fe