Dust in the Gold Sack

Stay alight A night on the turnpike Like the crunch of the black ice and the buzz of the semis Was it fair Ash in your long hair You glare at the cracked scene out a foggy window Cracks in the ceiling above us like dust in the gold sack Cracks in the ceiling above us like dust in the gold sack Black tights and life retrospective your text is objective and you're all alike We'll come back seven years later to a green alligator painted under the viaduct Cracks in the ceiling above us like dust in the gold sack Cracks in the ceiling above us like dust in the gold sack Back and forth To Redford and no string you set things in motion while I drive you home English words booze overnighted Your grudges unrequited and we are defective Cracks in the ceiling above us like dust in the gold sack Cracks in the ceiling above us like dust in the gold sack