Rare as red coyote sightings

Sure as clouds, sure as rain, sure as smoke, sure as them dividing

And yeah we've been dividing

And there's no smoke to hide it

Foot on the gas, hands on the dash, pay no respect to the wheel

When time's not real

What do you say, where do you go

We'll be colors floating in a bowl of milk

Your tire tracks are a ghost

Midnight was overflowing

Maybe you, maybe I, maybe we, maybe the all-knowing

You said you read the future

I heard it first

Foot on the gas, hands on the dash, pay no respect to the wheel

When time's not real

Sure as clouds, sure as rain

We are colors floating in a bowl of milk

Your tire tracks are a ghost

You made me another ghost