| Red cannas in the sky | 
| Red cannas in the sky | 
| I didn’t think about it at the time | 
| I didn’t think about it at the time | 
| But in the desert | 
| I think I was trying to write to Georgia O’Keeffe | 
| Georgia, Georgia, Georgia, Georgia, Georgia | 
| Like Joni Mitchell writes to Amelia Earhart | 
| When she is driving, driving, driving in the desert | 
| As if a song can communicate | 
| With the spirits or awaken the dead | 
| I mean, isn’t that what it’s for? | 
| I mean, isn’t that what it’s for? | 
| I mean, isn’t that what it’s for? | 
| Awaken the dead | 
| I was but wasn’t quite writing | 
| «I spotted six red cannas» | 
| As I was driving towards Ghost Ranch | 
| In the north of New Mexico | 
| New, New, New, New, New, New, New Mexico | 
| New, New, New, New, New, New, New Mexico | 
| But I was seeing them | 
| Red cannas in the sky | 
| Red cannas in the sky | 
| As they were tearing up the heavens | 
| Opening the zipper | 
| To let loose all kinds of spirits, of spirits, of spirits | 
| And you know, there used to be an ocean here | 
| We used to be all under water | 
| We used to be all under water | 
| Clovis points | 
| We used to be all under water | 
| The Niobraran Sea | 
| We used to be all under water | 
| The ocean | 
| We used to be all under water | 
| The ocean | 
| We used to be all under water | 
| The ocean, in the ocean | 
| We used to be all under water | 
| The ocean, the ocean | 
| We used to be all under water |