Fast Lane

In the wind A winter song Calls my name, the vowels long I know the owl's never wrong In my mind A cold clear light In my heart, I long to fly Fast and free beyond the sky But now, I can't see the road before me (At all) M fingers numb upon the wheel Cannot hear the tires squeal In the fast lane Slow-motion lightning, butterfly kissed The bird emerges from the mist The owl is silent on the wing I can hear the angels sing Over the fast lane Passing in and out of consciousness The blindness merges with the bliss I hear the owl call my name A feather falling through the rain To the fast lane In the night The hours are long All alone and far away I hone the tune that I must play In the dream The way is clear Ride the wind into the dark And feed my spirit to the spark But now, I can't see the road before me (At all) My fingers numb upon the wheel Cannot hear the tires squeal In the fast lane Slow-motion lightning, butterfly kissed The bird emerges from the mist The owl is silent on the wing I can hear the angels sing Over the fast lane Passing in and out of consciousness The blindness merges with the bliss I hear the owl call my name A feather falling through the rain To the fast lane Slow-motion lightning, butterfly kissed The bird emerges from the mist The owl is silent on the wing I can hear the angels sing Over the fast lane Down to the fast lane