Sunburnt Sky

Hotel room in Phoenix, quarter to three

Sleep, she ain’t a lover that’ll come and cover me

So I breathe slow and close my eyes

Staring at a sunburnt sky

Feeling like an outlaw, out here on the run

Kicking up the dust and trying to have a little fun

Now I’m thirsty as hell and the well’s run dry

Underneath this sunburnt sky

Oh go easy on me darlin

Oh the only thing I need

Is to hear your voice in the morning

Talk to me. Talk to me.

Lord it’s Easter Sunday, can’t get out of bed

Heat out on the street well it could surely raise the dead

And I don’t know the reason why

I’m haunted by this sunburnt sky

And I don’t know the reason why

I’m haunted by this sunburnt sky