Cottonhead

I see a tower above the sand Staring over the land Tenements, how high do you go? I think that you ought to know Sometimes we arrive But mostly you're just driving Sometimes we arrive But mostly you're still driving A covered face A cotton head The body moves The eyes are set Lines collapse under your touch You can't hold on with fingertips Sometimes we arrive But mostly you're just driving Sometimes we arrive But mostly you're still driving Sometimes we arrive But mostly you're just driving Sometimes we arrive But mostly you're still driving