Released on Places I’ve Been, 2008. Mitch Greenhill played acoustic lead guitar; his wife, Roberta Levitow sang high harmony; Sam Page was on bass fiddle; and my rhythm guitar was played on a 12-string.

This is the true story of a trip Gail and I made during a spring break in the early 90s. The trip, as such, was kind of a disappointment, but we enjoyed the adventure and the song that came out of it.

April 2010: This song is now available as performed in 1986 by Mitch Greenhill & Mayne Smith and originally released on a cassette tape titled Back Where We've Never Been. The same all-live duo performances (no overdubs, no extra personnel) are now rereleased on a CD (GSCD02). See the CDs AVAILABLE page for more information.


We are out in the Eastern Mojave, with a cold desert wind in our faces
About fifty miles off of the highway, in the widest of wide open spaces
As we scramble to set up our campsite, the sage and the junipers whine
And it’s clear in the dwindling daylight that the city is far, far behind

Mojave wind, won’t you please let us stay
We’re back again, we’ve got to our get-away
Mojave wind, now don’t take this wrong
But we’re hoping you’re gonna be gone when the dawn comes along
Oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo.

The coyotes are quiet at twilight, content to stay out of the weather
At midnight the wind is still wailing, and we two cuddle closely together
In the morning there’s ice in our bucket, and still the wind chills to the bone
And the cold coming south from the mountains lifts the wings of our warm thoughts of home


Now the sun makes the law in the desert, and his minions are water and wind
You can die if you don’t pay attention; you can break if you’re too stiff to bend
When our tent-pegs pull out at the corners and the cookpot blows clanging away
We dump everything into the wagon and drive off without further delay

Mojave wind, now we get it, OK?
We’re getting gone in a bit of a disarray
Mojave wind, we’re saying So Long
Taking nothing but what we brought in and the seeds of a song
Oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo
Taking nothing but what we brought in and the seeds of a song

    By Mayne Smith, 1997 © Hillgreen Music <>