A cracked windshield, the dust on a pick-up truck
Shine with silver secrets in the Albuquerque sun
The light makes jewels of pawnshops and drive-thru banks
Wrinkled faces staring at the windows of the laundromat
And even the broken glass scattered in the street
Shines like a thousand diamond rings
Neon signs above the old hotels
Warehouse stores and strip malls
Houses sprawled across the hills
The sunsets that burn with wings made out of fire
Parking lots turn to gold as it glides across the sky
And every night from 6 to 6:05
The desert dirt shimmers like a sea of watermelon light
Even the broken glass shattered in the street
Shines like a thousand diamond rings