She Gave Me A False Address, Took

To A Brighter Light, To A Promised Land, You Can Feel The Power, Of The Master's Hand.

Radio Is So Fragmented, It's Unbelievable.

Out Past The Cornfields Where The Woods Got Heavy, Out In The Back Seat Of My '60 Chevy. Workin' On Mysteries Without Any Clues, Workin' On Our Night Moves.

And You Pretend It Doesn't Bother You, When You Just Want To Explode.

She Gave Me A False Address, Took Off With My American Express, Sunspot Baby, Sure Had Me Way Out Guessed.