I see a sailing stone I can't describe it And I see Satan in the sand I try to find the door It's disappearing And I can't leave until I can Sometimes I drive to the Borley at night Sometimes I hang over the bridge I turn my lights on until someone sees Then I turn around and leave The only thing you see Is someone at your car As you're about to sleep He's wearing a capirote He tells you you're insane He somehow knows your name