Out in the silent desert
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Under the hunter's moon
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The road was a ribbon of silver
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Winding away in the gloom
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A glimpse of motion behind me
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And loping behind my van
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Made of cactus spines and mesquite twigs
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Was the figure of a man
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My foot came down on the pedal
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I shot around a curve
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Then my eyes leapt to the mirror
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And it almost made me swerve
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The figure raced on behind me
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At a distance still the same
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And a bitter wind swept through my soul
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A dread without a name
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All through the midnight desert
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Silent and cold and black
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The figure kept my changing pace
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And never left my track
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So I slowed for the wraith behind me
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And stopped on an exit ramp
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I locked the doors and waited there
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With palms and forehead damp
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A mesquite clatter filled me
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And rattled my quaking heart
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As catus talons caressed the glass
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That kept us still apart
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And I turned my face to gaze out
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After several fruitless tries
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And my soul was bound and broken
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In the hollows that were its eyes
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I watch the taillights fading
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On the silver road ahead
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And the mesquite clatter fills my ears
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But my heart is still and dead
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I flex my cactus talons
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That never will see the sun
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And watch a car go racing by
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And my feet began to run
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Words and music: Kathy Mar
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Copyright 2002 Kathy Mar
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Don't Look In The Mirror
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| Kathy Mar |
