Richmond Fontaine - White Out lyrics

With every direction uncertain And the decadence of time idle in hand Amphetamines cloud of above them And they fall into a wayward decline That began with their inception Now polarizes with abandon and Sinks with no end in sight White Out Crop duster flies low over head As she stares out of the window A white dust settles and clears And her voice trails off and her thoughts cloud As he barrels down the road And the drop duster's wings get caught In the powers lines unnoticed White Out