Wide black trees and a field of frost
Birds fly low and you and me and the car are lost
Took a wrong turn somewhere
Into the old time
Into the old time, for sure

The trees are black and history
Has dragged us down to our knees
Into a cold time
Everyone's dreams have died
Wherever you are, darling
I'm not that far behind

I'm not that far behind

By the side of the road is a thing with horns
That steps back into the trees
And a child is born
Upon this trembling earth
Displays each day
Thrown across the hallucination of your hair
A strip of ordinary sun, a biblical sun
A colonial sun, an enlightened sun
The same sun
Made always glorious at your head
Well, we stop in at a motel and go jumping into bed
Just like the old times
Yeah, wherever you are, darling, I'm not that far behind

With a lunatic beauty under a watery moon
You're melting by the motel swimming pool
'By the Time I Get to Phoenix' on the radio
Her moon to my shooting star
And I'm throwing my bags in the back of the car
Just like the old times
Just like old times, baby
And I'm not coming back this time
Ah, like the old days, darling
Like old days, I'm not coming back this time
Ah, like the old days, darling
Like old days, I'm not coming back this time

Like the old time
Like the old time
Wherever you are, darling
I'm not that far behind

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Nicholas Cave, Warren Ellis