I watched grown men moan, and women weep
As you quietly descended six feet deep
...
Though I like to pretend that this never happened
I can turn around and see you laughing
But the fact is you could never practice
Getting blind-sided and eating the wind shield
Endless field of shards of glass
This too shall pass, but reality bites, it says not so fast
...
alone on the road with nobody to hold
When the pouring rain is too much to bear