I picked up this hitcher, maybe an hour ago   Could be she's only a ghost, I don't know   We're heading west into a bruise-colored sky   She said, "Turn off the music, it makes me cry"      The next service station is 40 miles away   I asked her where she's bound   She said, "Look, I don't wanna talk, okay?"   It's like she's not even there at all   But she crashes about me like a waterfall      The cat's eyes are like a necklace of stars   And in the headlights of oncoming cars   She trembles in cold air from louvred stats      Gone midnight, we pulled over   She's right out of cigarettes   This place of roadkill and ghosts   Is as lonely as it gets   We came off the next exit    Like it was some kind of way out   Searching for a crossroad somewhere   See if the devil's about