Sitting in a motel in Roswell, New Mexico
And the wind’s ready to blow the whole city away.
The sky glimmers in distant darkness
The stars, gleaming, spread across the violet sky
And the wind blows all remains of the desert tumbleweed
As the people sleep behind locked doors
As the spirits of outer space lie upon the streets in an ominous, beautiful fog
I dream of Rosewell
My friend. My mystery.
I bask in its shadows and I sing its praises
Yea I dream of Roswell, New Mexico