Low Desert (Hi. Res.) - R.E.M.

It happened fast, it's over quick.

A little dust and the engine kicks.

Did you hands drift down off the wheel?

Roll out, hit your windshield

An eyelash or a little bit of sleep?

Time stands still.

Just call it now and you're on your way (hey, a hey hey, hey)

All the ashtrays, cities and the freeway drives

Broken casino and waterslides

Eighteen-wheeler, payback dice.

Gravity flows on the power line.

Jet stream cuts the desert sky.

This is a land could eat a man alive.

Say you'll leave it all behind. (hey, a hey hey, hey)

There's a radio tower that's egging me on

Back to the place where you never belong.

Where people thrive on their own contempt.

Whatever meaning is long gone, spent.

If you had to guess or make a bet,

Would you place yourself inside of it?

The mountains yawn, the clouds let out a sigh.

"Tricked again."

Let go, okay. (hey, hey, hey, a hey hey, a hey, hey hey, hey)