The Handsome Family - King Of Dust

I dreamed that I was flying above the glittering world
But I woke up in the bar ditch, car ready to explode

Hanging upside down in the front seat of my truck
The scream of grinding metal, 40 cars piling up

Nothing rusts in the desert, the air is full of ghosts
Cliffs painted with the old gods, rabbit brush full of bones

Oh, Coronado, king of dust
The desert never cared what you saw
When you stared into the sun

Ancient oceans have been lost beneath this shifting clay
Where conquistadors in silver hunted Cibola across the plains

But there are no golden cities
Only trailer parks and dust
And angels only fly here
When you drive into the sun

Nothing rusts in the desert, the air is full of ghosts
Cliffs painted with the old gods, rabbit brush full of bones

Oh, Coronado, king of dust
The desert never cared what you saw
When you stared into the sun