End Of 118 – Uncle LuciusBy At the end of 118Miles of pink sky to be seenOn a desert road made of calichePut away your TVAnd the things that you won’t needAt the end of 118At the end of 118Eagles fly from mountain peaksA big sky of diamonds blink and gleamWhere the Rio Grande means freeAnd the coyotes singAt the end of 118At the end of 118That’s where I want to beMe and you far from the city beatWalking in that sunAll the way to Emory PeakTo the top of Emory PeakTo the top of Emory PeakAt the end of 118At the end of 118 www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20