the heavens dropped a bag

of red and white lights,

pearls that keep the highway bright



and it feels like being born,

night driving,

the moon hangs a dangerous height....



terrible calm,

terrible cold,

this dream i have

it's gold....



easier now,

a place to go,

vertigo....



and the faces drop like flies,

their memory fades,

into the rushing road below



and i can't take this night, 

and any night,

they'll just try to tell me no....



terrible calm,

terrible cold,

this dream i have,

it's gold....



easier now,

a place to go,

vertigo....



and i am full of love and consequence

merciful, the sky of coal....

the beauty of the cars' electirc light,

the speed with which their destinies glow....



terrible calm,

terrible joy,

this dream i have,

it's gold....



easier now, 

a place to go,

vertigo,



vertigo...