Rhyolite - Big John Bates

A red ball of fire hung low in the sky

On a black velvet curtain I can’t describe

The ghosts all have ghosts — the hills all have eyes

I just took my girl out here for a ride

A halo of bats surrounded the lights

Near the glass house she vanished into the night

Now my bike won’t start, the spark plugs won’t spark

Stuck north of Vegas in the town of Rhyolite

My girl must have put up one hell of a fight

She was barely alive when I finally started my bike

We tried to get out of town, but we got turned around

Because everyone wakes up dead in Rhyolite

Rhyolite