Blue now is the color   Love the drug I'm needing   Got to keep this feeling      With the headlights burning   We're looking up for something   Answers on the ceiling      Watching out the windows   Watch the way the wind blows   Soon it will be morning      Still the question lingers   I twist it 'round my fingers   Could you be my calling?      See this winged boy falling   Falling out of something   Hits the drug I'm needing      Arrows that he's turning   Need to keep this feeling   Slow drug in the morning      With the headlights burning   Looking out for something   Something that we're needing      An' still the question lingers   I twist it 'round my fingers   Could you be my calling?