The car stopped running in the middle Of the road. . . Beyond any phoneline or 911 code Hopes were dismal we'd ever get towed And if we slept in that ride we might awake Upon explode. It was as dark as night when the sun went Down, long after we left the last little town. Not even the endless heat of day Cared to stick around It got as cold as it gets here Then got colder we found. The linkage must've jammed 'cause now the Chevy won't budge The kid sleeps on your lap And won't wake when you nudge You left a whole world of light behind, Now you hold a grudge. . . And as you carry the kid out You curse the clutch It'll be a wonder if you both can Avoid the d**h of cold This stuff used to be cake But now takes its toll How can you be this unlucky just To get this unlucky old? And you wonder what else lives In this slice of road And you lie to your hands You lie to your heart You lie to your liver And tell them they will survive. Ironically, as you lie there by the side of the Road and can't wait for the sun to come and Burn off the cold. When you awake it's still dark, And the thunder could mean rain You check the childs breathing And curse the clutch again. It seems impossible that no one has pa**ed Or crashed into your ride And as the lull of sleep again attacks The rain finds where you hide. Somewhere there's a bar filled with the Careless and content, somewhere folks are Happy and don't care which way you went, Somewhere it's even warmer Than the day you just spent, And wish them away with deplore and lament. There's songs that come to mind When the mud turns blood to ice A dance that shows itself When the night becomes so spiced. A realm you never felt That steals away the life, out of your heart, out Of your soul, it takes a slice. With the dull grey thud of morning You can't believe you're not dead The child wakes with a smile And just wants to be fed There were no ghosts of th epast Nor visions of the days ahead And as you stand to stretch You flag down a blue flat bed.