[Verse 1]
What gives this mess some grace unless it's kicks, man
Unless it's fiction, unless it's sweat or it's songs?
What hits against this chest unless it's a sick man's hand
From some mid-level band? He's been driving too long

[Verse 2]
On a dark windless night, with the stereo on
With the towns flying by and the ground getting soft
And a sound in the sky, coming down from above
It surrounds you and sighs and is whispering of

[Verse 3]
What pulls your body down, and that is quicksand
So climb out quick, hand over hand, 'fore your mouth's all filled up
What picks you up from down unless it's tricks, man?
When I've been fixed, I am convinced that I will not get so broke up again

[Verse 4]
And on a seven day high, that heavenly song
Punches right through my mind and just hums through my blood
And I know it's a lie, but I'll still give my love
Hey, my heart's on the line for your hands to pluck off, oh

[Verse 5]
What gives this mess some grace unless it's fictions
Unless it's licks, man, unless it's lies or it's love?
What breaks this heart the most is the ghost of some rock and roll fan
Floating up from the stands with her heart opened up
[Verse 6]
I want to tell her, "Your love isn't lost"
Say, "My heart is still crossed"
Scream, "You're so wonderful
What a dream in the dark about working so hard, about glowing, so stoned
Trying not to turn off, trying not to believe in that lie all on your own"

[Outro]
La, la, la, la
Oh, oh, oh, oh