Lyrics and music by Cristina Williams

Old Desert Moon
I wonder what you think of us below
Sleeping in our beds
Dreaming of the day
Or leaning on the windowsill, staring back at you

Old Desert Moon
Watching what the Devil gets us up to In our trailer trysts
And wild-eyed whiskey fights
Oh the silver-tinged stories you have seen
On your very own silver screen

Your old friend, Coyote,
Howls the news of the lonely.
Sister Owl is on the prowl
For a midnight snack

Old Desert Moon
You smile so sweetly from your perch
All we do is play our little scenes for you
That age old cabaret of lust and steel
Living by feel...
Feeding your dreams...