It happened fast, it's over quick
A little dust and the engine kicks
Did your hands drift down off the wheel?
A road owl hit your windshield.
An eyelash or a little bit of sleep?
Time stands still.
Just call it now and you're on your way
Hey, hey hey, hey
All the ashtrays, cities and the freeway drives,
Broken casino and waterslide
Eighteen-wheeler, payback dice.
Gravity pulls on the power line.
Jet stream cuts the desert sky.
This is a land could eat a man alive.
Say you'd leave it all behind
Hey, hey hey, hey
There's a radio tower that's egging me on
Back to the place where you never belong.
Where people thrive on their own contempt.
Whatever meaning is long gone, spent.
If you had to guess or make a bet,
Would you place yourself inside of it?
The mountains yawn, the clouds let out a sigh.
"Tricked again". Let go, okay
Hey, hey hey, hey, hey hey, hey
Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael E. Mills, John Michael Stipe, William Thomas Berry
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