Driving Through Heaven

Driving through Heaven
Truck full of gold dust melting on the strip
Inland Empire expiring in the mirror
Clouds out my window
There is a killer riding on drops of rain
If you pick him up, you'll never be seen again

Thunder and lightning
Fire so hot, it burns a hole in your head
Possums sleeping on the ground in teardrop shapes
Marble arches fall into an azure lake
The black curtains of a ghost ship coming in



Credits
Writer(s): Cory Thomas Hanson
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