Jan came to pick us up In his new convertible And he drove straight out to the beach The sun charged the battery On Lena's GPS We laughed at its accent and its stupid mistakes But its intentions were good And I guess that matters Looking out from eight miles up The pilot checks her flight plan Sees a backwards, unexploded, inverted star And no one on the freeway in Heaven And no one in the bicycle lane in Heaven And everybody losing their minds 'Cause no one's on the freeway in Heaven And no one's in the bicycle lane in Heaven And no one hears the sirens go off 'Cause we're all in our houses asleep This was protected land But God built an arsenal And now there's a hole in the beach So we found another beach Three exits down Our parents named us after not a goddamned thing But their intentions were good And I hope that matters Looking up, we see a light flash three times every second In a line of other lights which also flash Decide Dirty cops or allied ghosts Or satellites reflected Either way we're unexploded, inverted stars And no one's on the freeway in Heaven And no one's in the bicycle lane in Heaven Inflation's getting out of control But the money's fake, so no one cares And no one's on the freeway in Heaven And no one's in the bicycle lane in Heaven And no one hears the sirens go off And no one should 'Cause everybody's free