Outside of Albuquerque, "Bout an hour north of there   She's got a house full of three little Indians    In the middle of nowhere   You wonder where her man went, you wonder if she minds   They've got smiles and healthy tummies   So you guess they're doing fine   She sells jewelry by the roadside, silver beads and things   She can weave a spell upon you with any song she sings      Oh, she's a desert flowers, growing free and wild    Her beauty seems so fragile, fragile as a child    And you wanna take her with you   But you know she must remain   So you leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain   Turn yourself into the rain, turn yourself into the rain   You leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain      Her kids were playing leapfrog, jumping in the sand   I pulled my car off the road and parked beside her stand   She asked where I was going so fast and far alone   I told her how love was something    I wasn't sure I'd ever known   She said, "Maybe you never heard the desert    Sing her song at night   Or maybe you just been trying much too hard to get it right"      Oh, she's a desert flowers, and growing free and wild    Her beauty seems so fragile, fragile as a child    And you wanna take her with you   But you know she must remain   So you leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain   Turn yourself into the rain, turn yourself into the rain   You leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain      (Turn yourself into the rain, turn yourself into the rain)   (You leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain)      I'm wavin' in my rear-view mirror   Then the next thing that I know    Are the broken lines on a black highway off to another show      Oh, she's a desert flowers, and growing free and wild    Her beauty seems so fragile, fragile as a child    And you wanna take her with you   But you know she must remain   So you leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain   Turn yourself into the rain, turn yourself into the rain   You leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain