You know the way it happens
When ya ride in the night
And it's cold and dark and rainy
And you look up at the moon's balls
And it invents ghosts for you to scream with
You play with the wheel
Until you get the feel
Of just how real
It might've been if you had turned back
But now it's far too late
Now it's far too late!
Now you're far too late!
The wind takes you in
The trees watch your eyes move
And cherokee yells form in the air
The wind laughs the cold makes fun of your coat
And yer shivering to the pulse of the blue panther's heart
In the rearview mirror is a yellow eyeball
And it looks just like yours
And the wind cries
And ya lay there like a bed of snow
And headless hunchbacks step over you
In the rearview mirror is a yellow eyeball
And it looks just like yours
And the wind cries
And ya lay there like a bed of snow
And headless hunchbacks step over you
And headless hunchbacks step over you
And headless hunchbacks step over you