Quartzite Dave Morrison ©1995 Suburban Rustic

 

Roy took his pension after thirty some years

A machinist at Allied in Cleveland

Now he passes his days pretty much all the same

Maybe listens to the Indians in the evening

 

He watches his options whittle down to a few

And his once wide horizons grow narrow

Roy went downtown, took a second on the house

He drove home in a brand new Pace Arrow

 

There’s a cab-over Roadstar with a Datsun in tow

On a road ten miles out of Sedona

Three days ago they closed the house in St. Paul

And tonight it’s southwest Arizona

 

She’s slower ion rising, sometimes she forgets

And what’s left of his hair has turned white

But by anyone’s measure there’s life in them yet

And they’ll dance on the desert tonight

 

Up north where we come from it’s snowing, of course

But it’s warm as a baby here in Quartzite

The river’s are frzen way back to their source

But we’ll dance on the desert tonight

 

There’s a bunch of old duffers with drums and guitars

Tuning up on and old plywood stage

We’ll pull on our boots and our best western gear

Just to get out and act half our age

 

I ain’t leaving none of these pages unfilled

Always felt like a rascal, I feel that way still

Sty with m dear up this one final hill

And we’ll dance on the desert tonight

 

John Rice: fiddle

Willy Schwarz: accordion