I haven't flown in my dreams Since I was at least eleven So now I sleep when I fly Just to get even I drive with no lights on Whenever there's a full moon And tend to sing along with the radio on When I don't know the tune I got one hand on the wheel One's holding my coffee And am still holding the phone talking to you Hope to remain so severely talented for another mile or two I'm doing it now In case he's looking down on me When I was a child My daddy taught me how to steer with my knee Since he left this world it hasn't felt right All the endless hours appear so finite Here in the shadow Of an old dead volcano You could almost smell it When the sulfur used to wreak Havoc in the hammock Swaying below picacho peak (... All together now)