Driving - PJ Harvey

Tell him I’m driving, it’s alright

Turn on this wheel

Turn on headlights

A hundred different bibles by my side

In my white gown

I go flying down

Oh my eyes, it cannot be,;

He said no, it cannot be

All that time, it cannot be,;

Easy said, it cannot be

The ghosts fly their asses off tonight

I’m just driving till it dies

Tell him I’m driving, it’s alright

You tell him that I had a skin full

You tell him that I couldn’t sit still

Imagine your whole self is filled with light

Your voice ringing out

Through the whole fucking town

Oh my eyes, it cannot be;

He said no, it cannot be

All that time, it cannot be;

Oh my eyes, it cannot be

You tell him I’m driving (X4)