Looking back at the crash site,
I don't see me by the road side.
Well this heart is on wheels tonight,
Straight through the ghettos and without
lights.
Now every heart has a blind side,
Where he learns how to improvise.
Well this place is a whorehouse tonight,
Cheaper lovers make expensive wives--
--But all of these horses that you chase
around,
In the end they are the ones that always
bring you
down.
This invisible city, Where no one sees nothing.