Tell him I'm driving, it's alright   Turn on this wheel   Turn on headlights   A hundred different bibles by my side   In my white gown   I go flying down   Oh my eyes, it cannot be,; he said no, it cannot be   All that time, it cannot be,; easy said, it cannot be   The ghosts fly their asses off tonight   I'm just driving till it dies   Tell him I'm driving, it's alright   You tell him that I had a skin full   You tell him that I couldn't sit still   Imagine your whole self is filled with light   Your voice ringing out   Through the whole fucking town   Oh my eyes, it cannot be ; he said no, it cannot be   All that time, it cannot be ; oh my eyes, it cannot be   You tell him I'm driving ( x4 )