the heavens dropped a bag
of red and white lights,
pearls that keep the highway bright

and it feels like being born,
like driving,
the moon hangs a dangerous height

terrible calm,
terrible cold,
this dream i have
it's gold

easier now,
a place to go,
vertigo

and the faces drop like flies,
and memory fades,
into the rushing road below

and i can't take this night,
lonely night,
just try to tell me no

terrible calm,
terrible cold,
this dream i have,
it's gold

easier now,
a place to go,
vertigo

and i am full of love and consequence
merciful, the sky of coal
the beauty of the cars' electirc light,
the speed with which their destinies glow

terrible calm,
terrible charm,
this dream i have,
it's gold

easier now,
a place to go,
vertigo,

vertigo