From the recording Messages In The Air
Written By Rick Adams
Lyrics
Desdemona Rick Adams 2009
You and I are like a Texas boom town/The shell of our dreams
all that remains/ My heart cries for you Desdemona
Dying for some life to bloom again
The farms have scattered round in Eastland County
Grandpas oil well’s dried up and gone
The jailhousee holds the ghosts of desperadoes
Desdemona nobody’s home
Some say it’s because they they burned the church down
The soul of the town was lost that day
But it’s the same old dusty story
The oil came, the oil went away
And the farms...
I understand you Desdemona/ Everything thqt mattered is all gone
And the train just brings more ghosts of desperados
Desdemona Nobody's home/
Desdemona Nobody's home