Motorist (Jawbox)

Taking division down to where I shouldn't be Turn pockets run aground in the green New way to see what's laid plain in front of me Nothing better than a look at what I shouldn't see When you examined the wreck, what did you see? Glass everywhere and wheels still spinning free When you examined the wreck, what did you see? Glass everywhere and wheels still spinning free Accidental, maybe Restraints too frayed to withhold me Remember, you told me You will go where you're meant to be This is my wreck, so let it be Cracked gauges carry messages for me Calls and responses, you can't see Calls and responses, you can't see I know you'd never grasp the possibilities What would you risk to rescue me? So turn your back, just drive on past 'Cause nothing is better than getting out fast Taking division down to where I shouldn't be Five blocks down in the middle of the green No messages wash ashore with me Glass shards reflecting light so I can see I know you'd never grasp the possibilities What would you risk to rescue me?