AUSTIN METRO

eyes as good as cadillac headlights

see around even in the dark

we hear screams from where the truckers park

maybe this is their first night off

Maybe they're just playing for money

the head higher than cranes

can see the next city flashing

the smoke is suffocating, the wheels are thrashing

We're missing the last chance to not seem insane

where there are stones we are seeing bunnies

in the nose the hot leather smell

reminds me the beercan that rolled under my seat

stop whistling so I can keep up with the beat

of a song born in heaven but baptized in hell

since we are no longer people we might be sexually active dummies

please do not open the door with the car moving

I cannot guess how much you're losing

but getting lost on the road will not make you a better girl

the heart bathed in oil insists on not working

ask the patrolman for a heart massage

he is accustomed to pregnant women and carnage

the patrolman is pressing, the heart is jerking

unhealed loves scratch like sores honey

whitish nails on steering wheel rubber

seem they wanna hold the time to not pay toll

nothing else matters neither phone calls

the night falls heavy and the wolves are clubbers

see how their shining skin is funny

sweaty hands waiting for the end of the fuel

we cannot accelerate more than this

What would we do if we found an abyss?

little light and space to fight a duel

suddenly we became shapeless and runny

please do not kill me while I'm distracted by the tremulous horizon

it may be that today we see a different moon arisin

but getting lost on the road will not make you a new found pearl