Ode to a City (Questions, Time)

Funny little red mountains are here and there,
hot, with their sun, who wears a glare.
Somehow, the flowers never seem to care.
Even when no one's there to share
their trees -- time's left them all behind --
how'd they get here?  See, never mind.
Such empty air was fine to find...
just time for us to climb, to shine.

When the sunset hits the land,
where the streets all go to sand,
who will I be? Just understand
what it is. It's time to start --
right where I never knew I'd be --
out where I'll find my really-me.
You know, I'm glad it's not too green...
but sometimes blue grass hurts my heart.

I know I'm here to be born anew.
If you're like me, that's what you do.
The mourning doves all play and coo;
they love it out here too, it's true.
East, I'd sing of tears I cry,
but Western winds are really dry.
I think this bird's doing just fine...
at least I'm fin'ly mine, all mine.

When I'm just not sure I know
where I am or where I'll go,
how I'll be when I can glow,
what'll be my brand new part:
I say, "I'll just forget to frown,
'cause no one's left to hold me down."
See, now my name is now my town...
can't let some blue grass break my heart.