Its New Year's Eve and California's gonna kill you soon the Barstow boys buckeyes in the shadow of the moon black houses in the hills and roadside hearts dying for a place to fall apart who knew what you could learn to live without Mother Mary's lying in your mouth back home the kitchen's warm with Christmas wine and every girl has got an axe to grind you left to look for heaven but you're far from that hard light tonight so quietly we've lost another year the desert put a babbler in your ear mean fireweed and I miss you again Barstow boys are spit into the wind back home the hammer always has to fall crosses barely hanging on the wall someday I know you'll never leave me but we're far from that hard light tonight