Will you start the movie
So I can see the moment
Dark and late and blurry
That I can't recall was me
A blank stare for the faces
I marvel at the places
That I would not set foot down
Again in this life
Now the Devil guides me on
Down Carolina roads
As the darkness greets the dawn
I head for home
Will I cry to spirits
Blurred on the horizon
That I strained to believe in
Since I was young
Is there some direction
That we should take the car in
For we are driving too close
To places I was born
Now the Devil drives me on
Down snaking vines of roads
When we laugh and sing
It drowns out everything
Friends are few who stand by you
Through the darkness in your life
But there are those who drink with you
And make it seem all right
There's gravel in your mouth-hole
And Neil Young's on the radio
And slamming on the breaks will
Freak out the birds
A touchdown for my rival
Is christened by a spider
Whose misty morning webs spread
Thin 'cross my door
And the Devil heads back home
As I fumble for the door
And all my sh** is scattered on the floor