An Apache on a Mesa (Music by Hardinge and Strohm, Lyrics by D.Strohm)
The graveyard shift grinds scrap in the night
Sparks hit the dark like lost fire flies
I like watching from my roof when the moon looks like my car
Yea just one headlight weaving through the stars
Like an Apache on a Mesa holding still as I can be
Keeping watch on a city that don’t want to look at me…
And I guess that I can’t blame it, one look at me and you’ll know
There is something it can’t tame in here inside of me I won’t control.
I got a good job, I drive a bobtail truck
Warehouses, rail yards, steel and rusted luck
Where all the working people hold their placa verdes tight
And call me rojo loco man I guess that they are right
At night I get my girl yea we love to shoot that pool
She knows I’m not a loser she’s just worried I’m a fool…
And I guess that I can’t blame her one look at me and you’ll know
There is something she can’t tame in here inside of me I won’t control
I’ve been misjudged and mishandled sometimes busting out my seams
I’m plainly marked fragile as I’m crushed against my dreams
Sometimes I don’t care but right now I do
I’m just trying to compare what is right to what is true
I get frustrated, throw wild punches at the walls
As if they were dragons my blood dripping down their jaws
And I guess that I could blame this town
But I’m not sure it’s done wrong
Anymore than anyone who’s watched something go till it’s gone
No I guess that I can’t blame it, one look at me and you’ll know
There is something it can’t tame in here
Inside of me I won’t control…