Julian left Texas and drove for another twenty hours on the roads of Texas, New Mexico, and through part of the Arizona desert to reach Phoenix. He is looking for a place to sleep and a place to sing. He meets some lovely people along the way. ******************************************* © Copyright (2025) ******************************************* Verse 1 Red rock hills watch over the land. Sun burns hot through clear dry air. Cactus flowers bring bright color. Old trails speak of ancient peoples. History sleeps in the hot dust. Chorus Dust blows in the breeze. Cactus stands so tall. Sun shines down hard. This land calls me. Verse 2 Warm nights bring quiet desert peace. Stars appear in endless clear skies. Dry river beds recall past floods. New homes rise from the sandy soil. Resilience marks this unique place. Chorus Dust blows in the breeze. Cactus stands so tall. Sun shines down hard. This land calls me. Verse 3 My tired boots walk the warm ground. The vibrant market hums with life. Old traditions meet new ideas. We built futures from desert dreams. Every sunrise feels so real here. Chorus Dust blows in the breeze. Cactus stands so tall. Sun shines down hard. This land calls me. Verse 4 Then a jeep stopped by my roadside. A kind voice offered a water bottle. "We're Sam and Liz, heading downtown." They showed me vibrant mural walls. We found music in old back alleys. Chorus Dust blows in the breeze. Cactus stands so tall. Sun shines down hard. This land calls me.
