R.E.M. - Low Desert

It happened fast, it's over quick
A little dust and the engine kicks
Did your hands drift down off the wheel?
A road owl hit your windshield.

An eyelash or a little bit of sleep?
Time stands still.
Just call it now and you're on your way.

All the ashtrays, cities and the freeway drives
Broken casino and waterslides
Eighteen-wheeler, payback dice
Gravity pulls on the power line.

Jet stream cuts the desert sky
This is a land could eat a man alive
Say you'd leave it all behind.

There's a radio tower that's egging you 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.