The car screamed down the rivers of asphalt   Along the backs of yellow-striped garter snakes   And we cried   And we cried   There's not a speck of dirt on the ground   There's not a spot of cloud in the sky      The air flooded down our throats   Caught in our lungs like water in moats   There was too much air in our breath   To qualify for death   But we were hollow   We were hollow   We were all so hollow      I wake up every day with a hungry heart   And a hungry mind   Hungry lungs and a hollow spine