Siberian Overdrive

A soothsayer told me once

You’re gonna die in a drive boy and I won’t be

Surprised if you do

I’ll drive it anyway, like a rolling stone

So please don’t bother me

These floral nightlights of words are

Getting me dumb

And love is in the air, like a dance of death

(So dance it)

Talk slow, here is hard to breathe

(You’re speaking in noises)

I’m on the edge of all I could have been

(They sold your pain in boxes)

And the payment was the trigger

Two drifters in a car

Here I stand, here we are

As hearts in a jar

We knew it all since the start

Help me to not hesitate

When it comes down my way

Two drifters in a car

Till the end

A soothsayer told me once

You’re gonna die in a drive boy and I won’t be

Surprised if you do

I’ll drive it anyway, like a rolling, a rolling, a rolling stone