Flyover Lights

I was born on a saturday night In the womb of a funeral pyre I don't remember a single thing except you were dancing In the river where they say I died Truth is I was buried alive And in the water I could hear you dancing I'm ceaseless dreaming under flyover lights Here lies the body of a rock and roll suicide There's no such thing as history It's a lousy record played on repeat But as the needle scratched we still were dancing Everything that there ever was The glowing stars we depend on upon They could all go dark and we'd still be listening for the... I'm ceaseless dreaming under flyover lights Here lies the body of a rock and roll suicide If there was only time To answer all these questions Is it worth the ride? Do you have the gumption? Is it terrible to say That after all these days Of crawling on my knees I'm still just guessing Even though I never learned to speak And I got blisters on me hands and feet I'll be rolling across the floor 'cuz I feel like dancing When the cabbies have left for the night And they finally turn out the last light It won't matter 'cuz I'll still feel like dancing I'm ceaseless dreaming under flyover lights Here lies the body of a rock and roll suicide