I’m asleep at the wheel and there’s a curve in the highway

Yet we tear through the night like a peyote migraine

How much further is it, aching, so exquisite

I hope we can stop in time

Now you don’t want to dance, 'cause we’re looking right through you

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, and the clothes that you wear, we don’t mean to stare

Now the sky is on fire and the desert is freezing

Wonder how I’m alive, hen I’m not even breathing

How much further is it, aching, so exquisite

I hope we can stop in time

Now you don’t want to dance, 'cause we’re looking right through you

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, and the clothes that you wear, we don’t mean to stare

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, but the people you know, they say what they want to

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, 'cause the truth of it is, we don’t really care