Stop Driving

One day on the highway A fast car down the valley Just an hour before the sun The sound of the wind is not a lie, is not a lie Some night you see the blue light A last cloud runs to the sky Just a breeze now but you can feel The sound of the wind is not a lie, is not a lie We are the loneliness of the limitless I need a priest, I need a priest I must confess We are the loneliness of the limitless I need a priest, I need a priest I must confess We are the loneliness of the limitless I need a priest, I need a priest I must confess