Well, if you turn the porch light off    And let the marble night withdraw    You can smoke a cigarette on the wooden steps    Mosquitoes are not vampires    The moon is not your mother    And if she is preparing for a total eclipse      Get behind the wheel    Stay in front of the storm   Get behind the wheel    Stay in front of the storm      The clouds dream disorder    They make faces they make mud    On some ancient order    Which is no longer enforced    The sugar bowl is full of ants    Your sister is a dumpy mess    And we’re cutting off your head    To spite your shoulders      Get behind the wheel   Stay in front of the storm   Just get behind the wheel   Stay in front of the storm   Just get behind the wheel   Stay in front of the storm