Driver let me tell you a secretnA secret in the shape of a songnHeard something move in the dark outsidenI lay awake hardly breathing, shaking all night longnIt came out of the southern skynAnd drove into our humble townnWe lay our hands upon its sidenMy sister, she lay her body downnnShe was gone, gone, gonenShe was gone, gone, gonennI was born twenty miles from herenI've never seen anything elsenBut that night I saw tall buildings made of glassnAnd a million other pictures of her holy facennAnd she was gone, gone, gonenShe was gone, gone, gonenShe was gone, gone, gonenThe Suntrapper took her away.nnA sparrow flew against a pane of glassnAnd people came running from all aroundnWind blew all directionsnGround opened up and the trees came downnI pulled the car to the side of the roadnChecked all directions on a tourist mapnOverhead 747 jet enginesnTore the roof off my one-room weatherboard shacknnShe was gone, gone, gonenShe was gone, gone, gonenShe was gone, gone, gonenThe Suntrapper took her away.