Jan 17, 2005 22:28
Four tires screeching
Meet the end of a tail pipe
Along with the interstate median
Swallowing glass fragments
Forehead into the dash
Grip the fingers to the sides of the door
Wait while the spinning
Seals off the chance
Of you ever making it back home
You'll never make it back home
Spin the wheel
Spin the wheel
Friends don't let Friends die young
Nancy †