Jacob Smigel - Driving текст песни

After driving many hours

Reflective dots on the road looked like candies

Stuck in rows to wax paper

And i ate a few to find

They'd been dipped in somebody's acid

And i couldn't uncross the things my mind said it saw with my eyes

And i couldn't say a word though i feared for our lives

What a cruel trick to play, what a cruel thing to do to a stranger

Once the sun came up

And i saw what was what

The heavy horizon lay before me it flattened out my eyes

No pitch black cut by spotlight to show me blurry lines

In sunlight i marvelled

I could have taken both our lives

What a cruel trick to play, what a cruel thing to do to a stranger

What a cruel trick to play, what a cruel thing to do to a traveller