Moonburn Over Santa Fe

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[Verse 1]

Boarded that midnight shuttle out of Austin, gate B-29
Styro-foam coffee, swirling thoughts like tumbleweeds in my mind
Cabin lights glow amber, painting clouds a ghost-town gold
Higher I climb, heavier the pull to the place I can’t let go

[Pre-Chorus]

That dirt-road switchback turn-off
Where the jukebox bled old Haggard beggin’ “Stay”
Now I’m thirty-thousand feet in hush above the thunder—
Six more minutes till they tell me we’ll drop away

[Chorus]

I’m moonburn over Santa Fe — Pecos flame!
Dreamin’ of those campfire sparks on adobe clay — Pecos flame!
Turquoise on your belt-loop catching ember light
Two souls too wild to fit a county line
Wrong-way wishes in a right-way sky
Lone-star hearts that had to fly
You ride shotgun in every getaway
I’m moonburn, moonburn over Santa Fe

[Verse 2]

Seat-belt sign keeps flashin’, turbulence inside my chest
Funny—Heaven feels farther when you know its street address
It’s that porch with the sagging swing chain groanin’ in July
Where your laugh poured mezcal magic over firefly nights

[Pre-Chorus 2]

Do you lean upon the fence-rail,
Watch the moonstripe paint the rangeland dust and pray?
Ever trace those white contrails curling over midnight black
And wonder if I’m slip-streamin’ your way?

[Chorus]

I’m moonburn over Santa Fe — Pecos flame!
Dreamin’ of those campfire sparks on adobe clay — Pecos flame!
Turquoise on your belt-loop catching ember light
Two souls too wild to fit a county line
Wrong-way wishes in a right-way sky
Lone-star hearts that had to fly
You ride shotgun in every getaway
I’m moonburn over Santa Fe

[Bridge]

Ten years roll like mesa shadows—names change, planes change, hearts still know
One text pings “gate B-29”—I’m boarding home, I’m coming home

[Final Chorus]

Yeah, moonburn over Santa Fe — Pecos flame!
Steel-string hum rides radio waves — Pecos flame!
If this jet finds ground before my hope lets go
I’ll chase that canyon dust till the sun hangs low
Wrong-way wishes in a right-way sky
Lone-star hearts that had to fly
On every runway, in every runway haze
I’m moonburn—still moonburn—over Santa Fe