Rode through forty nights of the gospels' rain

Black sky pourin' snakes, frogs

And love in vain

You were down where the river grows wider

Baby, let me be your soul driver



Well if something in the air feels a little unkind

Don't worry darlin'

It'll slip your mind

I'll be your gypsy joker your shotgun rider

Baby let me be your soul driver



Now no one knows which way love's wheel turns

Will we hit it rich

Or crash and burn

Does fortune wait or just the black hand of fate

This love potion's all we've got

One toast before it's too late



If the angels are unkind or the season is dark

Or if in the end

Love just falls apart

Well then here's to our destruction