Sulphur and smoke
Glows through the snow
Smells like money

Rivers for spines
Between the dry pines
Of bones unbecoming

You might have to hang behind
Hang behind me

You might have to hang behind
Red eyes on the highway

Ghost on the road
It's a cold one
What a white one

My heart it froze
It's a cold one
Thinking of home

You might have to hang behind
Hang behind me
Hang behind me

You might have to hang behind
These lies on the highway

You might have to hang behind
Hang behind me
Hands behind me

You might have to hang behind
These lives on the highway

You might have to hang behind
Hang behind me
Past behind me

You might have to hang behind
These dead eyes on the highway