Here I drive down the 5 To visit an old friend who don't want to see me But that's what I'm doing for two days of crazy With the owls and the house cats laying dead on the shoulder And the broken glass, it picks up the sunlight And throws it in my eyes, making my tears dry As I drive And I wonder how you're doing But then I remember that you just died And so I pray that you can somehow know That I love you, and if there's a way for you to call me I hope that you do Be a ghost in my coffee, rattle my windows As I drive All the cars seem sleepy and sad They whisper to themselves, lumbering forward And an RV'er couple packed to the gills with styrofoam peanuts Soaking in windex They waddle along, and they toss out a bone To the scab-faced meth mouth spanging the rest stop As we drive If all the gas that I've ever burned in pursuit Of a harmless life Could somehow flow like a river It'd flood me right off of the earth