in my rear view mirror the sun is going down
  sinking behind bridges in the road
  and i think of all the good things
  that we have left undone
  and i suffer premonitions
  confirm suspicions
  of the holocaust to come
  the wire that holds the cork
  that keeps the anger in
  gives way
  and suddenly it's day again
  the sun is in the east
  even though the day is done
  two suns in the sunset
  hmmmmmmmmm
  could be the human race is run
  like the moment when your brakes lock
  and you slide toward the big truck
  and stretch the frozen moments with your fear
  and you'll never hear their voices
  and you'll never see their faces
  you have no recourse to the law anymore
  and as the windshield melts
  my tears evaporate
  leaving only charcoal to defend
  finally i understand
  the feelings of the few
  ashes and diamonds
  foe and friend
  we were all equal in the end