I was miles from home, walking slow,
tired of walking at all.
Something off in the distance, screaming low,
let out an evil call.
Now, I'm a man don't run too easy,
takes a lot to get me scared,
but that night didn't matter who saw,
'cause I was scared and I didn't care.
I came to a long and lonesome stretch
of straight blacktop road,
and just as I was walking faster,
the clouds stole that moon of gold.
I found myself standing still
with a heart made out of stone,
and don't ask me how, but I knew,
I wasn't standing there alone.
I stared out into the blackness
and saw a face out of a dream,
and sparkling hair cascading down,
caught bright by a lone moonbeam.
A worried look upon her face,
shown through the beauty there
and I tried to see what she saw,
as I followed her fearful stare.
Then a mile off in the distance,
four lights shown in the night.
Engines screamed and scared tears fell,
I could tell something wasn't right.
Then the lights got brighter, engines raced,
as the moon came back with the stars
and as I glanced back down the track,
I saw the twisted burning cars.
Then the girl who stood beside me
screamed out long and low
and though it scared me down to my soul,
I couldn't turn and go.
But as my heart pounded fear,
I turned and found myself alone,
from then on I didn't waste my time
as I made my way on home.
Since then I've heard the story
of the race to win a heart
and how the girl who cheered them on,
long since had fell apart,
and how she took her life one night,
how she died, no one really knows,
but they found her purse on the center line
of a straight stretch of blacktop road.