Do not call me “Darling”, don’t ask me to be cool
you compete with Fortune, my heart is rock ‘n’ roll
on this highway ain’t a hiker and my tank is nearly full
I can’t cite from Shakespeare but I’m not a fool
and going back to Twin Peaks is of very last resort,
share this ride together until it’s coming to an end
cherish every moment for tomorrow’s just a gleam…

There will be no puppies and no tattoos on my hands
slow she poured Martini, I poured whisky on the coke
night was turning purple and the stars a shade of green
holding down the mountains one may hear a little scream
I have crossed the waters to what came from in between,
and in the storm I dream of shelter to the break of dawn
keeping straight is not a virtue but a ransom of its own…