103° and my horse is hazy

As she hangs on my every word

Canter off as the sun goes crazy

Ride the heat wave to the cure

All I want is the real you

Let my hopeless hands feel you

103° and my horse is hazy

But she never learned how to quit

[?] mark my word

I'll be coming for you

I only wake up for you

Riding triple trances, humming hallelujah

When you live in a groove

Like I do

My hazy horse will bring us on home

(come on home, come on home)

Swimming through desert fumes

Waging my life on you

My hazy horse will bring us on home

(come on home, come on home)

Heat wave up to 123°

Sand dune swells breaking over me

123°, critical condition

At the mercy of the southwest sun

Find ourselves in the holy crosshairs

Of God’s mighty laser gun

All I want is the real you

Let my hopeless hands feel you

123°, critical condition

But she never learned how to quit

[?] mark my word

I’m coming for you

I only wake up for you

Riding triple trances, humming hallelujah

When you live in a groove

Like you do

My hazy horse will bring us on home

(come on home, come on home)

Swimming through desert fumes

Waging our lives on you

My hazy horse will bring us on home

(come on home, come on home)

Heat wave up to 123°

Sand dune swells breaking over me