Lit up like a Christmas tree
the oil refinery glows in the night
and down by the shoreline
the seagulls fly white, against the black
The great moon riding shotgun
rolling out across the veil of clouds
and you were small, and lying awake
listening to the noises in the house.
With the best of them you ran
like all of us, in our season
Casting memory aside
your history, all forgotten
driven onwards through the years
in love with each distraction
But all the while, the past is close behind
like headlights on your tail
headlights on your tail.
Your pulse is beating faster now
like a bird flying hard against the wind
trying to understand all the
crazed compulsions that you feel.
And all the little jealousies and
betrayals, they echo in the dark;
and somewhere back through it all
the key is still turning in the lock.
So now the ghosts that you have laid, they all come out to greet you
And the knowledge that you've gained - well, none of this protects you
You've been so very far, still peace will not embrace you
for all the while the past is close behind
Like headlights on your tail, headlights on your tail