On my way home
Driving fast, LA fog
Morning wind hitting chrome


Getaway car.
Hugging curves. Canyon roads

Wind like tape through an old VCR.

Hell to pay (there will be)


Well, get over it
Already ('cause I'm ready)


Did the Lord weep
When I sang you those songs -

Leave you clutching your sheets?

Make your own art.

I'll keep mine to myself,
Yea, it's breaking my big black heart.


Hell to pay (there will be)

Well, get over it

Already ('cause I'm ready)