Lay me down the long white line
Leave the sirens far behind me

Call me weird and call me frightened
Call me when the sun goes down
We will fly the public highway
We will wind the windows down
Call me at the magic hour
When the marvels run to ground
Reason used to yield the power
While the wheels go wheeling round and round

Life is short and life is cruel
But we have here and we have fuel
We are never coming down

Dress the creature up in glass
Lines across the middle and the
House is waste, ever faster
Rushing through the shame and shadow
While the pleasure flashes past
The sound that fills the big black cars
A thousand drum bursts

We should have a celebration
We are never coming down
We will live forever
While the wheels go wheeling round and round
Call me weird and call me frightened
Call me when the sun goes down
We will fly along the highway
We will wind the windows down
Call me at the magic hour
When the marvels run to ground
Reason used to see the power
While the wheels go wheeling round and round