The Light (T. Batts, J. Moossa)

Practicing hermitry, peddling limes, riding around endlessly killing the time
Night had come and we felt real good ‘cause our day’s work was done
He’d suffered bigotry I suffered his lies
But we suffered no explanation that night for the light that filled up the sky
Filled up the sky on the passenger’s side

Don’t look at the light
Don’t look at the light in the sky
Don’t look at the light
Damn it! They might come to take us

Riding around endlessly chasing it down
That violent explosion near the west end of town
Night had come and we weren’t so sure just what had come our way
He prepared an alibi I began to pray but there was no prayer or alibi that day
For the light that filled up the sky, filled up the sky on the passenger’s side

Don’t look at the light
Don’t look at the light in the sky
Don’t look at the light
Damn it! They might come to take us