Some destination was all that he had Easy now, this car is speeding up For last chance, crashing to freedom Sweat pours down You're in the back seat sleeping And she waits by the window On an empty bed, weeping The ghost guns the motor To the land that he promised you I guess this is the time when your Best intentions become facts again This is no song for the dislocated The one you will love but it will turn to be hated Because the lies of the spirit possessed you Because the eyes of your lover resist you Listen now, you keep your aim steady As your temple turns to kiss the pistol from a live version of JB/W St Pl ------------------------------------------------- This mail sent through IMP: webmail.brad.ac.uk