Lace boots clicking on a Lower East side street The midnight air is heavy with the city heat A white sedan crawls slow beneath the neon light A handsome face leans out into the velvet night "Need a lift, Blondie? It’s a long way to go" The city's teeth are sharp, and the taxis are slow Was it the Shadow of a killer, or a trick of the mind? A ghost from Utah that she left behind? The handles were gone, the interior stripped bare A hollowed-out trap in the humid air She jumped from the window, she ran for her life Before the dark secret could turn to a knife Years later in the headlines, she sees that same grin The man from the crossroads, the architect of sin She remembers the car, every detail so cold But the maps and the dates tell a story untold Three thousand miles between the truth and the dread A phantom in a Volkswagen living in her head Memory is a mirror with a silver crack Sometimes the monster follows your track Even if he wasn’t there, the danger was real The hand on the wheel, the coldness of steel Was it the Shadow of a killer, or a trick of the mind? A ghost from Utah that she left behind? The handles were gone, the interior stripped bare A hollowed-out trap in the humid air She jumped from the window, she ran for her life Before the dark secret could turn to a knife A New York minute, a narrow escape A legend in denim, a killer in a cape Did she dance with the devil under Manhattan skies? Or is the ghost of Bundy just a dark disguise? (Just a dark disguise...)
