White Willow Joyride
turn the brights up
it's too dark to see the curves that lie ahead
this is not a good idea
but i like it
cause the roads are clear and no-one's out tonight
we are all alone
driving through this wasteland
atmospheric fluctuations change conditions
nothing here is ever what it seems
and the weather's getting strange
oh turn it up
they're playing that song
the signal is strong
oh tune it out
the noise of the day
is fading away
voices far or near
whispers on the air
spellbound by the dashboard lights
drive on, don't slow down
we are westwards bound
nowhere else that's left to go
can you feel it
there is something here that makes the world recede
sound and vision breaking up
in a frequency drift
first the silence
then the music of the night
then you realize the beauty that the noise has blotted
out
driving through this wasteland
atmospheric fluctuations change conditions
and reception here is crystal clear
up the signal down the noise
oh turn it up
that music they play
is making you sway
oh keep it up
you know we could stay
for just one more day
