the heavens dropped a bag of red and white lights, pearls that keep the highway bright
and it feels like being born, like 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, and memory fades, into the rushing road below
and i can't take this night, lonely night, 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 charm, this dream i have, it's gold....