Testo In Life, You Always End Up At Intersections

The darkness of night and rotating lights
This is where she lies
Eyes closed, the pavement feels so right

Iced like, arctic seas and north Canadian tides
Her mind, and her spirit are barely alive
Feeling, so cold, hopeless and alone, yah
Hours alone
She turned off her phone
miles and miles away from home
and she knows she won't
She won't move a foot
No, Not an inch
Oh no, Oh no, they're coming around (the bend)

The darkness of night and rotating lights
This is where she still lies
Eyes closed, the pavement feels so right

Anticipation now piercing and she's set on not moving
Leaving this decision to the arbitration alone
She had, hit her, her limits in this 35 mile per hour zone
Hours alone
She turned off her phone
miles and miles away from home
and she knows she won't
She won't move a foot
No, Not an inch
Oh no, Oh no, they're coming around (the bend)

Finally a hint of life
Around the bend
Oh no, Oh no, they're coming around