Operation lightning low flying thunderheads

Certainly bad days ahead

Catching my eyes in the rear vision mirror

And they're both visibly upset

ASIO's on my tail as I clarify

Have I always done what's right

Speeding away to god knows what

While everything turns hyper real

Pick a shabby hotel

Like you pick something

Bad between your teeth

When you check in

Check in like you have an extra set of eyes

Drapes are drawn and

Static from the aircon

Help sooth my nerves

Lights flicker for a few good seconds

But don't ever actually catch

Operation lightning holed up in a room

Three folders tossed on a bed

Know I know what you know

As the morning tries to clear my head

Empty the mind so when the time comes

I could burn as hard as hell

Nothing I can do - will stay neutral

So I gather up the folders instead

As I open the door

I can smell that something is amiss

I can feel the breath of wolves on my neck

Yet there's plenty of war

Left in these old hands of mine

I look everywhere but the road as I drive the fuck away