She's sliding, she's sliding
Down to the dregs of the world
She's fighting, she's fighting
The urge to make sand out of pearls

Heaven can wait
And [bad word] #39;s too far to go
Somewhere between what you need
And you know
And they are trying to drive
The escalator into the ground

She's hiding, she's hiding
On a battleship with baggage to roam
There's thunder, there's lightning
And an avalanche of faces you know.

Heaven can wait
And [bad word] #39;s too far to go
Somewhere between what you need
And you know
And they are trying to drive
The escalator into the ground

And you left your credentials
In a Greyhound station
With a first aid kit and a flashlight
Going to a desert unknown

Heaven can wait
And [bad word] #39;s too far to go
Somewhere between what you need
And you know
And they are trying to drive
The escalator into the ground