That crater on the wind shield
When you know we're heading there
Dry eyes on the freeway
Leads us deep in to your way
And you sit on and guide us
(Can sound a bit, higher, can't sound a bit)
Sky land against the landish
And my breath it beats too fast
Moon light cracks the mirror
As we drive in to the dark
And you sit on and guide us
And you sit on and guide us
And you sit on, sit on
(Can sound a bit, higher, can't sound a bit).

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