The End of The Road

You’re swaying and swerving Lurching, and slurring, And driving. Down old country roads, Through towns we don’t know, And you’re swerving. The radio’s blaring, and everyone sings. The sun has been rising, it’s almost six When our car hits that tree, and rolls into that ditch. And there’s screaming and yelling, And oh-god-please-help-me’s. Once so alive, we’re dying. You only live once, so live wisely. Always say no to drunk driving. So when the reaper comes looking for you, The fault doesn’t end up on you.