Cobalt Blue

Desert wind in a telephone box

Dial my numbers up

Picks my locks

Picks his kind

To go and mingle in my mind

Here I am on the edge of every town

You read my fortunes up

You lead it down

Lead me to land

Let it run right through my hand

And its nothing

Nothing you could know

Let it go

Nothing really that you could know

Motel bar, the dirty sulky moon

Turn my head up

Let it all cocoon

Let it go

Nothing really we could know