on a desert road that steamed the sky
with the windows up and the air on high.

i was off the stage, i was on the mend
for a solo drive and a holiday weekend.

my thirsty car came to a stop
at the reptile gardens curio shop.

when a wind came hissing through the vents
my forehead broke in a cold, cold sweat
and in the rear-view mirror was a silhouette

then i heard the doorlocks take a dive
and a whisper screamed "don't turn around, just drive!"

scratch!
pointy tail and a horn-rimmed head
and a widow's peak like eddie munster.

i sat frozen in my seat
we haven't had a chance to meet.
are you a singing telegram or something?

he just flashed a hellish smile--"let's go driving for a while."

he held something in his hands i'd never seen before.
it was my chevrolet's pink slip.

scratch!
evil eye, "step on it boy, if you wanna stay alive!" he said
"don't look surprised, you know what i want
i've lived for years inside your trunk, so drive!" he said.
"let's get talking business son, you ain't fooling anyone
i know just what you wanna be, now it's time to work for me! so drive!"

if this is a nasty dream.
i'd prefer to wake up here
i believe the point is clear.

scratch!
outta my car!
he said "ha, i've come too far, besides, i kinda like the velour seat covers."
God, help me, what do i do, he said "shut up boy, it's too late for you! now drive!
all you phonies get it wrong, double lives take half as long
should have kept your windows clean, now i'm part of this machine, so drive!"

you've got a good eighty thousand miles left. . .before the recall.

if this is a nasty dream
i believe the point's quite clear
i'd prefer to wake up here

i started humming amazing grace
he said "come on boy gimme a break!"
so i hit the brakes with both my feet,
and sent two horns through the bucket seats.

then the locks shot up as the grace came down.
i said "here's the keys, i'll be walkin back to town."

--"drive, he said" steve taylor