The heavens dropped a bag
Of red and white lights,
Pearls that keep the highway bright
And it feels like being born,
Night driving,
The moon hangs a dangerous height....
Terrible calm,
Terrible cold,
This dream I have
It's gold....
Easier now,
A place to go,
Vertigo....
And the faces drop like flies,
Their memory fades,
Into the rushing road below
And I can't take this night,
And any night,
They'll just try to tell me no....
Terrible calm,
Terrible cold,
This dream I have,
It's gold....
Easier now,
A place to go,
Vertigo....
And I am full of love and consequence
Merciful, the sky of coal....
The beauty of the cars' electirc light,
The speed with which their destinies glow....
Terrible calm,
Terrible joy,
This dream I have,
It's gold....
Easier now,
A place to go,
Vertigo,
Vertigo...
