Tell him Im driving, its alright
Turning on this wheel
Turning on headlights
A hundred different bibles by my side
In my white gown I go flying down
Oh my eyes, it cannot be
He said no, it cannot be
All that time, it cannot be
Easy said, it cannot be

The ghosts fly their asses off tonight
Im just driving till it dies
Tell him Im driving, its alright
You tell him that I had a skin-full
You tell him that I couldnt sit still
Imagine your whole self is filled with light
Your voice ringing out
Through the whole fucking town
Oh my eyes it cannot be
He said no, it cannot be
All that time, it cannot be
Oh my eyes, it cannot be

You tell him Im driving
You tell him Im driving...