Here, Joshua trees branch jagged and needle fanned between monuments of broken rock, piled and defiant in their stand against the sanded winds of time.
In between the ocean and the gulf
Lies a crooked lake,
A silver spring,
And a seven mile bridge
Stretched over island water
Leading to a western key.
Watch it rise across the desert
And follow it out towards western seas
The sol burns bright in California
Far beyond those sunset trees.
Roll the windows down
Feel the heat upon your skin
Driving naked by the creek
Where the mangrove trees begin...