The dirt on the windshield's got an ocean
from the rain outside, as I drive east, farther east than I could fathom.
Try to stay alive. Lonely drive.
To the city, where I made you cry.
To the city, where you don't ask why.
To the city, where I'm going to die.
I'm just a flash in the pan.
I'm as dashing as a flash in the pan.
I'm just a flash in the pan.
My brain's in a fuzzy little coating
of alcohol and lies. No goodbyes.
I dream I'm careening down the freeway
to your naked eyes, past the lies
Of that evening, when I made you cry.
All those evenings, when we didn't ask why.
To that evening, when I'm going to die.
I'm just a flash in the pan.
I'm as dashing as a flash in the pan.
…as empty
…as honest