Sometimes my flesh entwines 
with the bones of your breath 
a long ride on an endless stretch 
of abandoned highway 
I wake up and there's this dog 
against the slate-gray sky 
one brown one blue eye 
and there's this beautiful crack in the pavement 
where the grass grows tall 
and the wind caresses my face 
and I feel like a ghost 
'cause I can hear the people 
the passing cars 
but I'm all alone 
I love your crazy heart 
the sacred drum 
with these hands I'll dig 
a tunnel to the sun 
we've got to find a new way 
and it's got to be true 
it's got everything to do with you 
we've got to find a new way 
and it's got to be true 
it's got everything to do with you