Driving Through Heaven

Driving through Heaven Truck full of gold dust melting on the strip Inland Empire expiring in the mirror Clouds out my window There is a killer riding on drops of rain If you pick him up, you'll never be seen again Thunder and lightning Fire so hot, it burns a hole in your head Possums sleeping on the ground in teardrop shapes Marble arches fall into an azure lake The black curtains of a ghost ship coming in