From the recording Moving Pictures

Lyrics

Those Santa Fe hills, how they glow
Like the sun setting fire to heaven's coals

If you ever hear the call
You'd be lucky to get lost
In a liminal romance
With this ghost ranch

Dry, dusty branches and bleached bones
I can love them as well as any home

So if you ever hear the call
You'd be lucky to get lost
In a liminal romance
With this ghost ranch

The light here, even when it's faint
Casts more colors than I even have paints

If you ever hear the call
You'd be lucky to get lost
In a liminal romance
With this ghost ranch