Milk

Rare as red coyote sightings
Sure as clouds, sure as rain, sure as smoke, sure as them dividing
And yeah we've been dividing
And there's no smoke to hide it

Foot on the gas, hands on the dash, pay no respect to the wheel
When time's not real
What do you say, where do you go
We'll be colors floating in a bowl of milk
Your tire tracks are a ghost

Midnight was overflowing
Maybe you, maybe I, maybe we, maybe the all-knowing
You said you read the future
I heard it first

Foot on the gas, hands on the dash, pay no respect to the wheel
When time's not real
Sure as clouds, sure as rain
We are colors floating in a bowl of milk
Your tire tracks are a ghost

You made me another ghost