i never meet her in the city
but believe me she is pretty
six-hundred-fifty miles away
i meet my angel in the desert
in the desert i can meet her
oh in the desert heat she makes me play
i´m not trying to be clever
i´m not getting there forever
only flying with the wind and thee
i´m not trying to be late
just becoming a slave
come on angel, play the game
i´m not trying to be clever
i´m not getting there forever
won´t fight with the window on me
i´m not trying to be late
just becoming a slave
come on angel, play the game
she´s never in the city
but the woman she´s pretty
six-hundred-fifty miles away
i meet my angel in the desert
in the desert i can meet her
in the desert heat she makes me pray
there is a race in your face