I'd like to be a good american and write an elegy to the automobile 
but no matter where it takes me i don't really feel any different 
i got one foot in the black and white two dimensional ghosts of lithuania 
and the other foot in sunny california where the people are all friendly 
as they drive their mercedes to the mini-malls and take a lunch 
or network with you or drive past and kill you for no reason 
These are my ghosts: uncle emmanuel, uncle eli, aunt mia 
and my grandparents, jenny and tobias, none of whom i've ever met 
i saw some letters once that they wrote to my dad in palestine in 1940 
not too long before they all were shot 
my only link to them is my dad, he knew them, he knew me, now he's gone too 
Sometimes i want to get next to them, sometimes i want to drive them all away 
say: you're not my ghosts, i live in sunny california, i drive a 1992 red chevrolet 
i drive fast, and i drive as far west as anyone can drive 
eight thousand miles from lithuania and if i could escape 
by driving further then i would, but it doesn't get me anyplace new 
I guess if i was a true american, i could write an elegy to the automobile 
but when i jump in it doesn't get me any place different 
sometimes i want to dance on hitler's grave 
and shout out: groucho marx, lenny bruce, leonard cohen, philip roth, 
bob dylan, albert einstein, leonard bernstein, harry houdini, sandy kofax! 
And then i want to sing as loud as i can 
watch the chandeliers sway dangerously overhead 
proclaiming kristalnacht is over 
i say kristalnacht is over! the only broken glass tonight 
will be from wedding glasses shattered under boot heels 
we're not the ones in the museum, its you, 
your curious mustache and your chamber of horrors 
I've a friend my age whose parents met in auschwitz on the day of liberation 
she lives in san francisco, a good job, just moved into a new house 
i've a friend who lies in her hospital bed 
after fifteen operations from a botched appendectomy 
i go to visit her with a heart heavy from the things on my mind, 
and she cheers me up 
I saw my dad tell jokes, and teach me how to laugh, 
thirty years after his parents, and brothers, sister were all shot, 
murdered in the streets of lithuania 
i see trees growing tall and the sun coming up, and the ocean roaring home, 
and know i must go on i must go on 
it would be cowardly to stop 
it would be an aberration to do anything else 
Amid something you tried to remember for days 
the fog is suddenly lifted 
the haze is gone from your mind 
and its no so much that your memory finally heeded 
but you gave up needing to need it 
Hey, the fog has gone 
hey, the fog has gone 
its time for you to come out 
there's no longer a reason to die 
When something is over, something else begins 
the end of the century is coming 
like a blind woman relentlessly spinning 
but before its sewn shut 
you wanted to scream: hold on just a minute, was this just a dream? 
or is there something to learn 
besides who got the gold, 
and who's been losing and winning? 
But a century's a man-made process 
an attempt to stick order on chaos 
we're born with ten fingers 
so we count up to ten 
but if everyone counted the cracks on the wall 
we might all count to three, and then it wouldn't be 
the end of the century at all 
Hey hey, the fog has gone 
hey hey, the fog has gone 
It showed signs early today 
i knew when i woke in my bed 
that something was going on 
throw up the window 
i want to scream out your name 
Hey hey, the fog has gone 
hey hey, the fog has gone 
C'mon we'll drive up the coast 
its a tuesday or thursday 
but i can't remember, and i don't care 
we'll drive to seattle or else oklahoma 
or else if we wanna a boat to hawaii 
or maybe japan with the kings of karaoke 
come out! 
Come on out girl, you gotta come out now 
maybe the only thing jumping in the car and driving can get us 
is an empty tank of gas 
but it sure beats sitting around here 
maybe we'll get lucky, find our own private river valley 
or at least an all-night diner where they know how to poach an egg 
maybe we'll meet some good people along the way 
and anyway, you know i'll never leave you 
i'll never leave you