Look ahead, something is in the way,
Never see anyone out here this time of day
Pull over, pull over, there are people by the road
They'll get your help or you're not going home
(Do you forget how it was?)
I don't trust they'll be what they say they are
If it's all the same to you I'll just pass the car
I trust so little these days it'll make you sad to hear
I've no mercy for their souls
(And I forget how it was)
I will be held in your dark regard
I will find the way outside is barred
My voice a sawdust croak, brittle winter bones
Call out, call out to the people by the road
Do you forget how it was?
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