Uncle Lucius - End of 118 lyrics

At the end of 118 Miles of pink sky to be seen On a desert road made of [?] Put away your TV And the things that you won't need At the end of 118 At the end of 118 Eagles fly from mountain peaks A big sky of diamonds blink and gleam Where the Rio Grande means free And the coyotes sing At the end of 118 At the end of 118 That's where I want to be Me and you far from the city beat Walking in that sun All the way to Emory Peak To the top of Emory Peak To the top of Emory Peak At the end of 118 At the end of 118