It's A Lonesome Desert At Night

I stood in a phone booth In the middle of the desert And listened to it ring, It sounded like some sad old song I think I used to know how to sing - I heard Spanish horns Wailing in the distant air, A longing upon the Western wind Rolling in from somewhere, far beyond here, or there - Rain started down As hypnotically I picked up the phone, I heard lightning crackle through the line And thunder seductively groan - A voice in the wind Blew hot and low Throwing desperate dust into the fading sky, While shadows in the flashes and trembles through the ground Gave clouds cause to cry and cry - I wanted so to call Someone... But, I didn't know how; and It really wouldn't have mattered anyway, For I had no quarters... Nor any good words left to say - Upon the desert floor the next morn I awoke, cold and alone Covered in both dust and dew, The phone booth and storm were gone... But the sky remains forever, the deepest shade of pure blue.