Cherries - Sweet Jean

Under the dashboard oil and cherries

I push my back into the metal

We were almost at the border

I’d never seen the end of the night

Or the bottom of the water

I put my hands out on the leather

I press my face against the glass

Counting the fires along the road

Somewhere out past the edge of the light

They’re never gonna know

There’s a limit across the line

I’ll be letting in all the light

There’s a satellite in the sky

I’d never seen the end of the night

Or the bottom of the water