my tongue feels frozen I can't speak
my legs feel broken I am weak
shaky on my feet
but I hop on my bike
and I head down to the turnpike
cars whiz past my eyes
like flies on a summer night
there's one bright star I follow
takes me down to devils hollow
where the gas station angels
pump my spirit full of holy shit
and it's perfect it's magic
it's every bit as beautiful
as I imagined it would be

bombs may explode up the road
and some locks don't fit my keys
but I showed up where you stood
and I let you see my scratched up knees
on a heat wave day in deep freeze

and oh I felt something
so I stayed there
I laid and I prayed there
never sure what it would bring
and I've been afraid
but I have seen some brilliant things
and the gas station angels they will sing
of dust and jewels and fossil fuels
burned out engines and rusty tools
lonesome drifters and lovesick fools
and the craziness of everything