You can’t trust that sand
You’re sleeping in all the time
You’ll see me on the screen
Through all those other souls that I’ve bought with this oil
Mexico says: good night!

The tape machine is bust
From all that spinning round and round
I’ve scratched all my reels
And bitten all my nails to the bone
Like a stone, you’ll come back when thrown up
Away from the tar
And away from the drills
But kid I’m a pilot
It’s all I believe in
You can ride on my back

With time on your hands
You spent your mornings down by the tracks
You had the drivers sign your arms
My hospitals will welcome you home
Like a tomb
With godmothers aching to look at your grades
And believe what you say
But kid I’m a pilot
It’s all I believe in
You can ride on my back

If I stay in this room
They’ll remember me for my youth
If I give it all up…

But kid I’m a pilot
It’s all I believe in
You can ride on my back