Elvis At The Wheel - Al Stewart

There is an independent book store

The last one that remained

All the othres you might look for

Have been eaten by the chains

The soldier on

On one cleans the windows panes

And it was there I read the story

So strange it must be real

Of a car in Arizona with Elvis at the wheel

He is looking up

The sky has something to reveal

It is the face of Josef Stanhard

Being formed by drifting clouds

Above the sleeping Memphis mafia

And unsuspecting cows

This is a sign from god…