| Out on the desert when the wind blows the sand | 
| It’s a beautiful sight to behold | 
| Round desert moon turns the nighttime to silver | 
| and the sun turns the daytime to gold | 
| And little boy blue’s got a whole lot to do | 
| And maybe tomorrow he’ll grow up | 
| Out on the desert when the wind blows the sand | 
| It gets in your shoes when you’re walking | 
| That cold desert moon and the hot desert sun | 
| Can get inside your head when you’re talking | 
| And railroads and highways make impatient friends | 
| And maybe tomorrow he’ll follow | 
| There’s Phoenix and Frisco and LA and Reno | 
| And so many fine places to travel | 
| Daytime in the city is something to see | 
| It fills a mans eyes with delight | 
| The buildings they reach up and almost touch the sky | 
| While the bright lights make love to the night | 
| And little boy blue’s got a whole lot to do | 
| And maybe tomorrow he’ll grow up | 
| The city’s so crowded that you can’t go nowhere | 
| It’s all aggravation and worry | 
| You can’t see the sky and you can’t breathe the air | 
| It’ll make a man old in a hurry | 
| And railroads and highways make impatient friends | 
| And lord, don’t he wish he could follow | 
| There’s ??, ?? | 
| and you were in Scottsdale | 
| And so many fine places to travel | 
| Out on the desert when the wind blows the sand | 
| It’s a beautiful sight to behold | 
| Round desert moon turns the nighttime to silver | 
| And the sun turns the daytime to gold | 
| And little boy blue’s got a whole lot to do | 
| And there’s always tomorrow | 
| Thank god for tomorrow |