Sulphur and smoke
Glows through the snow
Smells like money
Rivers for spines

Between the dry pines
Of bones unbecoming
You might have to hang behind

Hang behind me
You might have to hang behind
Red eyes on the highway

Ghost on the road
It's a cold one
What a white one

My heart it froze
It's a cold one
Thinking of home

You might have to hang behind
Hang behind me
Hang behind me
You might have to hang behind

These lies on the highway
You might have to hang behind
Hang behind me
Hands behind me

You might have to hang behind
These lives on the highway
You might have to hang behind
Hang behind me

Past behind me
You might have to hang behind
These dead eyes on the highway