I met a rag doll with button eyes. Looking so lost and cast aside. Begging spare change beneath the shadows. Of a sunset street light. . I dug down deep into my pockets.
Two lane is slick, black, heavy as the storm streaks down. Come on over baby. Voice on the radio, thunder clap drownin' out. Come on over baby. What has you feeling so trapped alone with your doubts.
When, when the first light finally broke. and I could see. Lost, I wasn't lost at all, just wasn't. where I thought I'd be. . If I'm strong enough. if I live long enough.