 No flowers, no flashbolts, no line He's haunted by something he cannot define Bowels shaking, earthquakes of doubt and remorse Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force In his mind he's still driving, still making the grade She's hoping in time that her memories will fade Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting a course He's fighting and fighting and riding on his horse The sun has gone down and the moon has come up And long ago somebody left