Amber Waves (Mallonee Bill)

There's a highway washed in brightness with skies of indigo The desert whispers what she knows Neruda on the dashboard & the engine's humming true The rearview held a harvest moon Chorus: Faith is a throw of dice and the sleeping heart is stirred After ragged sentences you'll get the last word And it may just be the most golden that we've heard It may just be the most golden that we've heard Afternoons of red wine with a nod to revelry The stars came out for you & me All that remains unanswered and all there's to forget The best, it hasn't happened yet There are songs for the beginning and songs made for the end And songs made for when you begin again Grieving? She rolls in like waves and hardly ever stops Until you learn her lines by heart