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