Life blurs on
Like a truck on a highway
Barely aware of the roads
And even less of what passes below

There never is a driver
Only a dim presence
Of hunted sadness
A quick flash- a funeral pyre

Sudden lights and the fox freezes
Its gaze locked on
Fixed in horror
At the impending doom

Skull smashed by rubber
A fleeting thought
Conveying gratitude
A welcome to the endless night

Onwards we truck
Endless horizons
Barely aware of the what and how
Has transpired and will
Unexplained eagerness
To keep trucking
Towards the evermore

There never is a driver
Only a dim presence
Of hunted sadness
A quick flash- a funeral pyre

On the sign it was said
Keep on the yellow brick road
And then turn left
You shall be saved
And hand in hand
Cross into the light
Beside the black knight

White stripes
Yellow lights
Flashing sharpness
A will of steel
And bits of fox
Still clinging to my wheel

I accelerate
Faster
FASter
FASTER
STOP NO PLEASE STOP NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!
(Band ends with a crash and clash of instruments)