The Mojave moon was burning, a hollow silver eye My engine coughing dust beneath a bruised and purple sky I saw a mansion glowing, right where the highway ends A silhouette was waving, like a gathering of friends The heavy wooden gateway was swinging in the heat I left my keys in the ignition, and staggered on my feet Welcome to the Palace of Dust Where the silver mirrors slowly turn to rust Take a velvet chair, let your troubles fall There is a room for you, waiting down the hall Yeah, waiting down the hall The parlor smelled of jasmine, of copper and of wine A hundred hollow faces, all frozen in a line They moved in slow motion, across a marble floor Chasing after something they couldn't find no more I asked the smiling waiter to bring a glass of rain He poured a cup of nothing and he whispered out my name I saw the mirrors melting! I saw the painted walls begin to bleed! They are dining on the memories! Dining on the things they used to need! Can you hear the music? It plays but there is no band! No band! I stumbled for the exit, to find the desert wind To find the rusted highway where my journey had begin But every door I opened, just led into the past A labyrinth of velvet, where nothing is built to last The shadow in the doorway just smiled and shook his head You bought the ticket, brother, that is what the shadow said Welcome to the Palace of Dust Where the silver mirrors slowly turn to rust Take a velvet chair, let your troubles fall There is a room for you, waiting down the hall Yeah, waiting down the hall You bought the ticket! Take the ride! Take the ride!
