The engine is hot, and the wind is wild Come on, darling Don't tarry Aren't you weary of dreams and hard-luck schemes? This'll be our sanctuary The car is warm from the chill outside that can creep into your bones I was trying to remember if I brought everything But there's nothing that you really own Caution to the wind You can never go back again We have tried for years to play by the rules on the ladder of success And I was stepping up to make my first rung and saw this vision of my brokenness Since that time, I became an inspector of storm damage done for life I've been picking up the pieces of my might-have-beens, and I hold them up to the light Far as the East is the from the West Deeper than the deepest ocean I been running all my life on borrowed feelings Devoid of emotion The windshield wipers are counting time Too heavy for us to carry Was that a whisper of the Holy Ghost? This'll be our sanctuary