Some random tourists bar in Scottsdale

Sunburnt & blonde this place is weird

Like Newport, Vegas, & Temecula had a baby

And now they can’t figure out who the dad is

No wonder Driscoll landed here

That toxic goober

Must be some sort of American mirage

The promise of your own kingdom

Livable 9 months a year

As trash as it all is, or seems

I’m here for the 2nd time

And last time was a holy home

Where I brought all my peccadillos

Clergy friends and desert scenes

Mother Mary, Brother Christ

Screens & hangovers

Why am I here this go-round?

Because I need God

And last year God met me

I’m no more healed

But I still long