The open highway passes by, a blur at sixty-five   A cigarette for every mile    I am empowered by the state to cremate dinosaurs   And spoil the future of your sons         I can see it looming   Looming in the distance   I keep it to myself   I'd hate to have you worry         I turn the wheel, turn off my mind   Asphalt preoccupies   I keep control, despite my state   And that my mouth is dry   I'm trying hard no to dwell on the bitter side of things   But every time I think of you I just wish it could be over         I lie awake all by myself and contemplate the news    What are they hiding from me now?   Space aliens and soldiers gearing for the overthrow   Clantz likes to keep me well informed         I try to deny for just a litte bit longer         I close my eyes and think of you   You're just a memory   An exercise in wasted days of things that should have been   It's wrong to sit and plot your death   And wrong to let you leave   I sing another dirge to you,   But I just wish it could be over         So if I seem perplexed, don't take it personally   A lot is weighing on my mind   So what does it all matter now?    I'm standing powerless   And none of this is all your fault         I close my eyes and see your face   You're just a memory   You're something that would plague my mind from ancient history   I'm trying hard not to dwell on the bitter side of things   I tell myself it's all spilled milk   I just wish it could be over