The Cactus Tree - Midnight North

The desert’s arms are open wide

If you can stand the sun

I see no one around for miles but hear the rattlesnakes' hum

What kind of fool makes it out here alone?

And works the dust to make this wasteland his home

The cactus tree stands tall and gracefully

With a prickly point to pick with you my friend

You moved out these parts to escape a guilty heart

And now you’re running like you’ve got no end … like you’ve got no end

The gunpowders fresh on your fingertips

Your expression gives you away

There’s still time to turn yourself in

If your trail isn’t hot like the day

What kind of man kills for more than his meal?

A man that thinks that a life is something to steal

The joshua tree died gracefully

But your sins still aren’t welcome here my friend

The dusk begins to glow and the air feels so cold

Take your cover before they make your end

What kind of man could make this desert his home?

If you think it’s too hot for the devil to live here your wrong

The cactus tree stands tall and gracefully

But your sins are not welcome here my friend

You moved out of these parts to escape your guilty heart

And now you’re running like you got no end

Like you’ve got no end

You’ve got no end