christabel

it's been seven long days and seven hard nights

in a sixty-two chevy with broke taillights

an eastbound man in a westbound lane

a dishwater blonde about sixteen

was standing on the shoulder with a ribbon in her hair

her hand on her hip and her thumb in the air

and i pulled off the road and as she grabbed for the door

i knew the wind was cold 'cuz i'd seen it all before

and i was scared

things ain't never what they seem

when you find yourself livin' in your own dream

now the moonlight peeked in and out behind the clouds

now and again on this godless child

and the radio was scramblin'

cracklin' in the air

the ribbon she wore looked old in her hair

and i saw the moonlight sliver dead down on her face

i knew it was true she was in the wrong place

in the wrong time

in the wrong tale

i knew when i'd asked her she'd hiss

christabel"