maybe let the doll house burn
maybe love was flicking through a magazine
goes away two moons agree?
starting over is for free
maybe now i learn to taste the air i breathe
feel the earth begin to move
underneath my buckle shoe
maybe this is just exactly who i am
taxi's crawling up the hill
take me where the world stands still
away from where the air is frozen in your hands
in the middle going south
dirty hands and empty mouth
i am indicating left and pulling out
turn the map the other way
through the hope and misery
and tilt the wheel towards the white lights up ahead