Lord, let me die in the Iodine State Palmetto rose in the AC vent Cross-stitched pillow where the head rest went He said his cab was his orneriest friend Left him jumping like trees in the wind Thought he had the red lights memorized Glass in the gravel

Roses, Bel Air, take me there I've been waiting to meet you Darling I'm waiting to greet you Come to me baby Palm trees in the light I can see, late at night Gargoyles standing at the front of your gate Trying to tell me to wait But I can't wait to see