The engine is hot, and the wind is wild   Come on, darling   Don't tarry   Aren't you weary of dreams and hard-luck schemes?   This'll be our sanctuary   The car is warm from the chill outside that can creep into your bones   I was trying to remember if I brought everything   But there's nothing that you really own      Caution to the wind   You can never go back again      We have tried for years to play by the rules on the ladder of success   And I was stepping up to make my first rung and saw this vision of my brokenness   Since that time, I became an inspector of storm damage done for life   I've been picking up the pieces of my might-have-beens, and I hold them up to the light      Far as the East is the from the West   Deeper than the deepest ocean   I been running all my life on borrowed feelings   Devoid of emotion   The windshield wipers are counting time   Too heavy for us to carry   Was that a whisper of the Holy Ghost?   This'll be our sanctuary