It's getting late now
A snowy night driving out
What's the way again? Tell me when tell my how


There is so much time to tell
What's been told and what's been happening
You ask: Is it even warmer in hell?

From the mirrors we count the headlights as if nothing is wrong
As you turn to yourself whistling an old american song

That goes

We see fewer headlights
As the night turns to day
While I'm telling you all your wrongs and all your rights

That you're never in control
And that you're always betwixt and between
You ask how deep will you be diggin' your hole?

It's time to go, I run the engine we've been here for too long
As you turn to me whistling an old american song

That goes