Desert In The Sun
(Scholzen)

Like a red ball the sun gets up in the morning at a blue horizon
life seems dead in the sand paying tribute to the pain in the heat.

There's a highway winding north 
its dirty trucks are rolling by through the dust and heat.

It's the desert in the sun so powerful and great, so lonesome cold at night, 
it's the desert in the sun, sandy winds whisper their never-ending songs.

Far away something glimmers, 
mystic lights turn out to be only illusions;

Desert village, you lonely ghost town,
the only sound in the air is a singing phone line.

There's a highway winding north, 
its dirty trucks are rolling by through the dust and heal.

Chorus

There's a highway winding north,
its dirty trucks are rolling by through the dust and heat.

Chorus