This is a free seat   Which way you heading?   You keep pushing   And you keep pushing   Between the wheel crack and the moonbeams   'Coz it goes from where we're heading      The gleaming teeth of the imagery   I can hear some people laughing   This is a stitch-up   I'm not willing   So I'm turning you off when I'm counting      I regret   I turn the clock back   To where I wasn't taken in   I jump out of the window   And get lost in the jetstream      This is a ghost coach   And we're arriving   Down to canyon spirit   Between the wheel crack and the moonbeams   I can hear some people laughing      We need a rubber, man   We need a stretcher, man   I'm not sure I will make it      You are a fool   And this is over   Over the cliffs of Dover      I regret   I turn the clock back   To where I wasn't taken in   I jump out of the window   And get lost in the jetstream      You're beautiful   Until I get close   You have the eyes of a mountain goat   A cold religion   A bad smell   And a strap broke in my hand      And I wanna turn back   I wanna turn back   Turn back   I wanna turn back   I wanna turn back   Turn back   Turn back   I wanna turn back      We need a rubber, man   We need a stretcher, man   A fucking rubber, man   We need a stretcher, man