it was august. summer of ´82. you had that rusty old car and me i had nothing better to do you picked me up. we hit the road. baby me and you. we shot out of town drivin´ fast and hard leaving our greasy skid marks in people´s back yards. we were goin´ nowhere. just drivin´ around. we were goin´ in circles. and me i was just hanging on. like in that annie dillard book where she sees that eagle with the skull of a weasel hanging from its neck and here´s how it happened, listen. eagle bites the weasel. weasel bites back they fly up to nowhere. weasel keeps hangin´ on. together forever. we were goin´ nowhere. just drivin´ around. you did all the talking and me i didnt´ make a sound if i open my mouth now i´ll fall to the ground if i open my mouth there´s so much i´d say like i can never be honest. like i´m in it for the thrill. like i never loved anyone. and i never will. eagle bites the weasel. weasel bites back. they fly up to nowhere. wesel keeps hanging on. together forever. i remember that old coat. my gran
dma used to wear made of weasels biting each other´s tails a vicious circle and endless ride on the back of an old woman. eagle bites the weasel. weasel bites back. they fly up to nowhere. wesel keeps hanging on. together forever. and me? i´m goin´ in circles. i´m circling aruond. and if i open my mouth now i´ll fall to the ground.