gartenhead - '94 Cutlass Lyrics

'94 Cutlass on the open road
White knuckle on the wheel but I can't slow down it's a
Hard drive to the county line
But all the good folks say heaven's just on the other side
I've seen what the desert holds
Sand and bones, what the heart's been hiding
Six guns, a dozen sons, this '94 Cutlass on a red stone highway
It was a selfish idea
Such a selfish idea
It was a selfish idea
Every pore dry heaving in the heat of the Sonoran
White noise blaring through the open window
Someone's blocked the road up ahead, thinks they're gonna stop me from reaching that sacred land
Starting again
It was a selfish idea
Such a selfish idea
It was a selfish idea
A selfish idea
A selfish idea
As they pulled his forearms back
His choir sang as he detached