Tell him I'm driving, it's alright 
Turn on this wheel 
Turn on headlights 
hundred different bibles by my side 
In my white gown 
I go flying down 

Oh my eyes, it cannot be 
He said no, it cannot be 
All that time, it cannot be 
Easy said, it cannot be 

The ghosts fly their asses off tonight 
I'm just driving till it dies 
Tell him I'm driving, it's alright 
You tell him that I had a skin full 
You tell him that I couldn't sit still 
Imagine your whole self is filled with light 
Your voice ringing out 
Through the whole [bad word] town 

Oh my eyes, it cannot be 
He said no, it cannot be 
All that time, it cannot be 
Oh my eyes, it cannot be 

You tell him I'm driving...

1993