King of Dust

I dreamed that I was flying above the glittering world, but I woke up in the bar ditch, car ready to explode
Hanging upside down in the front seat of my truck
The scream of grinding metal. 40 cars piling up
Nothing rusts in the desert. The air is full of ghosts. Cliffs painted with the old gods, rabbit brush full
Of bones
Oh, Coronado, king of dust, the desert never cared
What you saw when you stared into the sun
Ancient oceans have been lost beneath this shifting
Clay where conquistadors in silver hunted Cibola
Across the plains
But there are no golden cities only trailer parks and dust and angels only fly here when you drive into the sun
Nothing rusts in the desert. The air is full of ghosts. Cliffs painted with the old gods, rabbit brush full
Of bones
Oh, Coronado, king of dust, the desert never cared
What you saw when you stared into the sun