Текст песни
Needle on E for the seventh day
Scraped the last station, nothing to weigh
Miles of rust and a sun that lies
Every shadow’s a pump, but it’s vapor rise
My canteen’s dry, my battery red
I talk to the gauge, it shakes its head
Black fuel, black fuel, where do you hide?
Under the blight or the alkali tide?
I’d trade my memory for one more quart
To hear the engine hum before I fall apart
Passed a sign Next services 20 clicks
Twenty clicks of broken picks
A caravan of bones, a melted tire
The desert’s full of broken desire
I pour sand into the tank for weight
And pray the motor doesn’t seal my fate
The manual says unleaded only
But the world’s gone lead and lonely
Black fuel
