Four hours on the road
Two hours from home
The traffics all standing
The rains coming down
The lights on the cars
They twist and they turn
Like a serpent swaying
To a sirens song
The cars keep on moving
At a pace I could walk
The radios on
But it's all talk
I look out the window
I strain to see
The ambulance crew
And the cops at the scene
Can't wait for the news
On the tv tonight
Want to see the destruction
With my own eyes
The mangled steel
Hissing with steam
Like a dying bull
In a Catalan ring
Was that a body?
Or maybe two?
The paramedic crouched
And restricted my view
Now I'm floating up
Looking down from above
He's cutting my clothes off
But it won't do any good
Four hours on the road
Two hours from home
I getting the feeling
I've been here before
The lights on the cars
They tease and they goad
They're just sending me back
To the crash in the road
Getting the feeling
That I've been here before
That I've been here before