That crater on the wind shield When you know we're heading there Dry eyes on the freeway Leads us deep in to your way And you sit on and guide us (Can sound a bit, higher, can't sound a bit) Sky land against the landish And my breath it beats too fast Moon light cracks the mirror As we drive in to the dark And you sit on and guide us And you sit on and guide us And you sit on, sit on (Can sound a bit, higher, can't sound a bit).