"End Of 118" lyrics

At the end of 118
Miles of pink sky to be seen
On a desert road made of caliche

Put away your TV
And the things that you won't need
At the end of 118

At the end of 118
Eagles fly from mountain peaks
A big sky of diamonds blink and gleam

Where the Rio Grande means free
And the coyotes sing
At the end of 118

At the end of 118
That's where I want to be
Me and you far from the city beat

Walking in that sun
All the way to Emory Peak
To the top of Emory Peak
To the top of Emory Peak

At the end of 118
At the end of 118