I want so many moods and I want so many more Cars and tape decks carve a tunnel between my worlds Windshields are like TV screens, I'm not involved at all My entertainment takes me everywhere nowhere at all My soundtrack tells me what to think of what I see Interpretation by the music, not by me I don't point myself anywhere I can't turn away I'm only going places, I never mean to stay She throws firebombs on the highway Glass splashing and bushes burning On both sides so far away at night In the rear view watching twin red lights She's not an insect, I just hear that humming in my mind Not an insect not her eyes