I watch her cigarette burning down
a point of fire following her hand
she props her knees up on the dashboard
and watches her cool distant man

two hearts still racing
across our ragged promised land
an empty downtown parking lot
three a.m.

she studies her face in the rearview mirror
a tube of lipstick in her hand
tracing the contours of a mouth
bruised by the lips of her cool distant man

two hearts still racing
across our ragged promised land
an empty downtown parking lot
three a.m.

she draws a circle on the clouded windshield
an endless line through her breath and mine

two hearts still racing
across our ragged promised land
an empty downtown parking lot
three a.m.

with a white knuckled grip on something
I can't begin to understand
I just take her hand
her cool distant man