It happened fast, it’s over quick.
A little dust and the engine
kicks.
Did your hands drift down off the wheel?
Roll out, hit your
windshield
An eyelash or a little bit of sleep? Time stands still.
Just call it now
and you’re on your way (hey, hey, hey)
All the ashtrays, cities and the freeway drives
Broken casino and
waterslides
Eighteen-wheeler, payback dice.
Gravity flows on the power
line.
Jet stream cuts the desert sky.
This is a land could eat a man
alive.
Say you’d leave it all behind.
There’s a radio tower that’s egging me on
Back to the place where you
never belong.
Where people thrive on their own contempt.
Whatever meaning
is long gone, spent.
If you had to guess or make bet,
Would you place
yourself inside of it?
The mountains yawn, the clouds let out a
sigh.
"Tricked again." Let go, okay.
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