At the end of every hard day, people find some reason to believe.
You can't start a fire without a spark
When I die throw my body in the back and drive me to the junk yard in my Cadillac.
The man on the radio says Elvis Presley's died. We drove to Memphis, the sky was hard and black.
Your legs were heaven, your breasts were the alter, your body was the holy land.
Roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair. The night's busted open. These two lanes will take us anywhere.