Cold Beer and Cigarettes

A white ghost, making his way up the west coast
 Trying to focus his high hopes on a vagina or two
 He's taking his chances
 Meanwhile, back in his living room
 Bright smiles are watching his toddler run speed trials
 Over a grandmother's rug
 And nature advances
 Up the interstate
 He's been awake
 And pretty drunk for three whole days
 No one wants to stop
 Until they get to where they're going
 I'll get to where I'm going pretty soon
 So he takes another drink
 'Cause watching the scenery bleed
 Into each similar scene
 Isn't as sweet as it had been in his dreams
 It's faster to buy cigarettes and some cold beer
 If you don't rattle the cashier
 By asking her back to your room
 She's calling security
 Our car's on fire in the parking lot
 And nobody wants it to rain
 But God isn't listening
 So all of the windshields glisten
 The water and oil mix
 Causing the fire to spread
 To five or six innocent automobiles
 Waiting in their nearby spots
 What a cruel God we've got
 Right on, right on, right on
 Right on, right on
 Right on, right on, right on
 Right on, right on
 So he takes another drink
 'Cause watching the formula bleed
 Into each similar thing
 Isn't as sweet as it had been in his dreams