Rick Rooney - New Moon lyrics

The parking lot was nearly empty Her car looked like a little childs toy way off in the far corner As she trudged along she lkept her eyes on the big orange sun That was sinking toward a dark line of trees in the distance She wondered how much lower and fatter it would be by the time she was on the road About halfway there, she dropped her keys on the pavement next to a faded yellow stripe She bent down to retrieve them and then suddenly froze arm outstretched, hand open As an overpowering sense of deja vu washed through her The setting sun, the purple sky, the early evening smell of baked asphalt All of it had sometime, somewhere been exactly as it was this very moment Then it was gone, she grabbed her keys and continued on her way The car was hard to start as usual It would like a little coaxing to make it turn over Her gearhead brother-in-law had been working on it for her And he wasn't won to sacrifice torque or horsepower for easy starts or other such petty concerns But that was okay, because she liked to go fast For her, the dashed lines on the freeway were like grains of sand slipping through an hour gla** Ticking away the seconds, the minutes, and the hours of her life If she got home a few minutes early on any given afternoon it gave her a thrill As if she had stolen a little something back from d**h The motor came to life just as the tree line took its first nip at the sun And without missing a beat she threw the car into hear and headed for the highway The road stretched out in a thin black ribbon as straight and as far ahead as the eye could see There was no traffic, so she pressed a little harder on the accelerator and began to pick up speed It was that pecululiar bit of twilight when the first faint stars become visible Last night she had come this way and there had also been a slider of a crescent moon But right now it was nowhere to be seen She didn't care though, she just wanted to go faster She leaned into the steering wheel and mashed the gas pedal into the floor The stripes on the highway began to unreel beneath her in a dizzying blur As if all those grains of sand had lost their bearings and were falling all over each other Just trying to get out of the way to make room for the next moment, or instant, or tick of the clock And at that moment she saw the first glimmer of reflective paint, yellow and black Wafting through the late summer heat riusing off the roadway And in the next instant she saw the barricade A low, thick concrete wall behind the warning sign And she tightened her grip on the steering wheel, pressed harder on the gas pedal And fixed her stare straight ahead And then everything went absolutely silent And instead of a crash or a screech of tires or a scream There was just one very loud tick of the clock And then a crzy symphony of grinding bone and metal Bent steering wheel wrists snapping like toothpicks Broken legs flailing at weird angles as she smashed through the windshield in an explosive shower of gla** and blood And then she was flying, falling, floating, sailing through the air An impossible arc across the night sky Until her momentum would carry her no further And then she reached out wrapped her arms around the new moon And disappeared beyond the horizon While a thousand startled crows erupted and fled in every direction From the cornfield that spread out below