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