Shoulder

Who is this? This Paris child?
I thought all roads led to Rome
But some just lead astray
Some are parting way
A fork that forsakes us...

Racing neck and neck
To never be replaced

Three abreast but face to face
You see them
Shaking hands across your chest
That outbound lane is only wide enough for two of Ya, and the shoulder's cold

A shooting star, a speeding car
I thought we were supposed to make a wish
But one comes flying by
And you go flying in the ditch
Staring at the spare
That'd already blown
But one stays on the shoulder
One goes speeding home

Two abreast, you try your best to not fall behind But the taillights roll away
The outbound was only wide enough for two of ya, And the shoulder's cold

And the guard rail don't hold you back
Don't guard your heart, don't stop no wrecks

Ain't that the wheel?
Ain't that the ghost?
It creeps up faster than you know
You heed the flares
You stare and slow
But you're the wreck yourself
That old car that you drove
We but brakes on everything
To keep from getting broken
Ain't the joke on us again?

One left when two leave
It's always them, the ones you fear
The outbound lane was only wide enough for two Of us and the shoulder's cold