Motorist

Taking division down to where I shouldn't be

Turn pockets out; run aground in the green

New way to see what's laid plain in front of me

Nothing better than a look at what I shouldn't see

When you examined the wreck, what did you see?

Glass everywhere and wheels still spinning free

When you examined the wreck, what did you see?

Glass everywhere and wheels still spinning free

Accidental, maybe

Restraints too frayed to withhold me

Remember you told me

You will go where you're meant to be

This is my wreck, so let it be

Cracked gauges carry messages for me

Calls and responses you can't see

Calls and responses you can't see

I know you'd never grasp the possibilities

What would you risk to rescue me?

Remember you told me

You will go where you're meant to be

So, turn your back, just drive on past

'Cause nothing is better than getting out fast

Taking division down to where I shouldn't be

Five blocks down in the middle of the green

No messages wash ashore with me

Glass shards reflecting light so I can see

I know you'd never grasp the possibilities

What would you risk to rescue me?

Remember you told me

You will go where you're meant to be

So, turn your back, just drive on past

'Cause nothing is better than getting out fast

Turn your back, just drive on past

'Cause nothing is better than getting out fast

Turn your back, just drive on past

'Cause nothing is better than getting out fast