The voices are calling the highway and the street
Rhythm softly falling that locomotive beat
A whisper on the breeze only I can hear
Like a monkey on a trapeze
A kitchy little souvenir
Chorus:
The breathing tide wash over me
I need the cool of your depths
I need your warm shallow sea
I taste the salt of your tears
Smell the musk of your need
Breathing tide wash o'er me
The tempo like the yellow lines
Fade into starry black
Speeding at the rising moon
Hoping I can take it back
A bug on the windshield makes a nasty smear
As the endless loop uncovers
An ordinary pioneer