all confty in the car
all wrapped up on the family trip
then my little sisterīs door opened
and she concrete-rolled on the highway.
all confty in the car
listening, my dad was speaking,
he claimed he knew what happened
and dropped dead on a Mack Truck.
all confty and in agony
we shook our heads and lost all hope,
we spoke of death like a hanging rope,
and we kept on walking.
The highway walked with us.