there's hazy headlights
driving their diamonds toward some destination
far away from the devil i'm chasing,
my lucky time bomb strapped around an ankle
and i'll drive home free away...

onward and upward go the spirals
i can't be a hallucination
in this world of smoky nothing...
this fog is just fog, it's no magic fog...
a wave of the wand can't clear it away.

I can try to plough through my humble existance
plough through to see you
smiling back at me
in a pool of antifreeze.