Sometimes, the game gets past you. It slips through your
fingers. A victory becomes a loss.
The dirt and the wind fly up from a desert highway and
soak your eyes. A sunrise seemingly glorious has turned
piercing and blisters your skin.
You cannot stop for anyone-
You cannot rest for anyone-
Steal, cheat and lie to your heart's content-
To find out what forgiveness once meant.
And now all that was once true is less amazing.
And the trucks roll by in clusters horns-a blazing.
And all your life, you've wished that you could switch it -
But you can't so you stick your thumb out-
and you hitch it.
