dull powder blue paint job. earl scheib special. dashboard full of talismans to try and push fate. rabbit skull hanging from the rearview. six kicking cylinders, lined up straight, and i ride. and i glide down the streets of this city all night, uptight. jenny's on the cellular, high as a kite. there's a crack in the windshield eighteen inches long. evaporating snow forming crystals on the chrome. brand new battery i shoplifted from the pet boys. full cranking power to bring me on home, and i ride. and i glide down the streets of this city all night, uptight. jenny's on the cellular, high as a kite. sometimes the moon shines like a beacon to the weary and the sick in spirit. sometimes... sometimes it's dark.