backroad

I was driving home on the backroads
I was trying to keep my profile low
If they tracked me down in Calamassus town
God knows what I would have blown
In the headlights on the horizon
I saw a fox on the side of the road
Poor little fella must have had a full header
With a semi on a heavy load

Out on the backroad
In the headlights
Bet you never knew your future could shine too bright
Where there's no law, there's no crime
You're not gonna meet no Mr. bigtime
Laying low
Out on the backroads

As I drove the car a little closer
I saw that fox, he was still alive
Poor little fella, in pain I could tella
By the look in his 2 blue eyes
I just couldn't let the little guy suffer
I just couldn't drive on that night
I reversed the car on the cold black tar
And lined up my wheel just right

Out on the backroad
In the headlights
Bet you never knew your future could shine too bright
Where there's no law, there's no crime
You're never gonna change your mind
When you're laying low
Out on the backroad

Later that night the strangest dream came to me
I dreamt the ghost of jim morrison floating above the gates of the pere lachaise
And the strangest thing about the whole affair was that
I was the only one there and that ghost
Had the very same eyes as the fox
He said get up get out and make something of yourself
And if you don't like you go be someone else
But don't be a slave to the money and the drugs
And wind up waiting tables at the 27 club
See we all got it wrong back in the summer of love
That was just a bumper sticker someone made up
To sell cheap souvenir mugs
At the woodstock hotel

Out on the backroad
In the headlights
Bet you never knew your future could shine too bright
Where there's no law, there's no crime
You're never gonna change your mind
When you're laying low
Out on the backroads