Queen Creek Arizona

I'm out here in Queen Creek Arizona Holding on to all of my tears Out of fear that I might go thirsty If I cry over our misplaced years The devil owns time And he holds over my soul Like dust circling this old dust bowl The devil owns time And he holds over my soul Like dust circling this old dust bowl I searched for answers And I hoped you'd search with me But all I get is another warm shot Of this rot gut hot ass whiskey And the sand blows like razors Through every layer of my skin I'm just another ghost afloat In Arizona again Oh, oh I'm hot and creepy I'm cold and sleepy Way up on this loose rocky hill If you could see under this ole' sheet The ugliness would give your heart the chills So old and useless So young and confused Lost out here looking for you In this cracking desert A wandering soul Who was just to dead to know what to do I'm out here in Queen Creek Arizona Holding on to all of my tears Out of fear that I might go thirsty If I cry over our misplaced years The devil owns time And he holds over my soul Like dust circling this old dust bowl The devil owns time And he holds over my soul Like dust circling this old dust bowl