"The snow is falling faster
and I could never say
I'd save her from disaster -
I had to go away.

I'd never seen her face
when she came on to me -
she seemed so commonplace -
I take it when it's free.

Her child with my blue eyes
is looking through a fence
at jungle and bright skies
and scenes of violence.

I can't see six feet further
than the windshield of my truck.
I didn't mean to hurt her -
she just ran out of luck.

Thank God, I'm almost home!"
Then everything went black -
in twisted steel and chrome,
he rode the railroad track.

12/19/2008