We're drivingnJust me and GodnIt's rainingnIt's raining hardnThe windowsnAre steaming upnThe bridgenEngulfed by fognnThe rust ofnThe metal bridgenIt beckonsnIt pulls me innI arguenI scream at GodnAnd what he's offeringnn[Chorus]nMy hands fly off the steering wheelnCan't recall getting herenIf I could, I would reach behindnAnd turn my light offnMy thoughts run off the beaten tracknThere's no lighthouse or way backnTake the hand of GodnAnd bite the feedernNo more lingeringnnI'm drivingnI talk to GodnHe's screamingnI only nodnI need tonBe where you arenThe leaves and treesnAre shakingnnIt's rainingnThe bullets meltnThe hungernOf hunger itselfnIt's draining, but pain has reservoirsnIt keeps for itselfnn[Chorus]nnI'm fallingnI'm not myselfnI'm divingnI'm underneathnThe hull ofnA mighty shipnThat steams away from herennThe bubblesnThe surface racenThey shine andnThey replicatenI hear itnThe Voice of GodnIs laced with sarcasmnIn your handsnnAnd my thoughts run off the beaten tracknThere's no lightnHow's the way backnTake the hand of GodnAnd bite the feedernNo more lingeringnnMy hands fly off the steering wheelnCan't recall getting herenIf I could, I would reach behindnAnd turn my light off