Run the Rio
Up to Albuquerque
Baby by my side
Nothing can hurt me
Ribbon of gold
Cottonwoods turning
High desert cold
I’m still burning
Just to hold you near
White silver bracelets
Turquoise and clay
The light on your hands
At the end of the day
Santa Fe
Mission bells ringing
Piñon smoke
I hear my baby singing
She sings Albuquerque