The long black car is waiting at the corner, idling slow.

As yet he hasn’t noticed me, I haven’t far to go.

If only I can make it home before my number’s drawn,

just one more time to see your face in the comfort of the dawn.

The sun is still in hiding as the limo starts to move.

The driver and his passenger have nothing left to prove.

They are empty in the spirit, the flesh is off the bone.

The casket’s open in the back, the driver’s on the phone.

I’m hiding in the shadows as I see them gurgling past.

I see your window dead ahead and I’m suddenly aghast

for the two have now dismounted and are making for your door,

so I leap into the empty car, I hear the engine roar.

I head out onto Ventura while the two of them give chase.

I’m looking in the rearview. I see a dead man’s face.

I cry out and turn to face him as I’m slamming on the brake

but the limousine is empty, I do a double take.

Then the door is quickly opened, a stranger’s sitting down

and I know I’ll drive forever through the back streets of this town.

Now I see him riding shotgun, I wear a suit of black.

We’re cruising down the causeway with a casket in the back.