Milk

Rare as red coyote sightings Sure as clouds, sure as rain, sure as smoke, sure as them dividing And yeah we've been dividing And there's no smoke to hide it Foot on the gas, hands on the dash, pay no respect to the wheel When time's not real What do you say, where do you go We'll be colours floating in a bowl of milk Your tire tracks are a ghost Midnight was overflowing Maybe you, maybe I, maybe we, maybe the all-knowing You said you read the future I heard it first Foot on the gas, hands on the dash, pay no respect to the wheel When time's not real Sure as clouds, sure as rain We are colours floating in a bowl of milk Your tire tracks are a ghost You made me another ghost --- Milk - Alex Unknown