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