I drive this desert road
Alone
Just my black Accent and me
Looking for an unmolested view
Some grand Felicity beyond the reach of man
And to think... I used to want a filthy kid
I used to want a f**ing wife
But what I think I need now is some sound advice
I think I need a vice
Some rot for gorgeous brains
Thirty-two years old
And still so afraid
Don't talk to me
Leave me alone with this Earth I get to call my home
No power lines
No telephone
Leave me alone
I used to want a kid
I did
And sometimes I still do
It's true
It's that selfish part of me that wants to share this road with eyes a lot like mine, but with the magic left inside—my shotgun loaded with dropping jaw
As the earth quakes in 5/4 time
And if you listen close, you just might hear it whisper, hear the earth call out your name
Nudge you to the edge
Let you peek inside
And pull you back again
It's whispering your name
It's whispering your name
You're not alone
No, you're not alone
It's whispering your name