You keep moving on through the mirror that passes You are a plural in the wake of the wind Close from a reverie awoken by the engine Do you see the words in the sky that are mentioned Is it all just right? Now you tell me all about the past and the future Tell me how you feel and tell me how you felt Every single bullet floats in the gashes you say it I am moving through the grass you are looking for the stop And I think it's right We can all just drive In a mind all we'll know Nothing more In the mind we lost We hold We can all just drive Is it all my night?