[Lee]
   They were
  
   Aaaah
   he did what he had to do
   he asked no questions
   he had few conversations
   the tar glistens in the noon heat
   he tread across the grass, up onto, and down off of, the concrete abutments
  
   mirage on the highway
   ghosts in the tunnel
   the dark cave
  
   out into the blinding light of day at breakneck speed
   every bolt rumbling
  
   glistening highway mirage groans
   the slick surface
   careening into first the small mammal, and then screeching along the guard
   rail, scraping paint and throwing sparks like sheets of pure terror for
   400 yards
   over and over
  
   with one final back and forth rocking motion coming to rest
   wheeehah
  
   the beautiful paintjob hopelessly marred
  
   smoke and flames
  
   allright
   so nice
   he moved to the small creature
   screeching whistles of steam blowing off
   on it's back, wheels spinning like a cinema classic
   the door sags open and a man covered in blood drops the three feet or so to
   the pavement
   the car still rattling and shaking as if with a mind of it's own, unwilling
   to die
   the man, 40ish, also after a time, an agonisingly painful period of time
  
   is also unwilling to die
  
   suddenly all is quite quiet there in the sunlight on the highway
   but what? what can i do?
   i cannot move, everything is about broken
   blood everywhere, mixing with oil and gas
   what's moving, must turn my head
   pain, white light, blinded
   some guy there kneeling in the blinded mirage of white light
   all my strength to 'heeeeeelp'
   screaming now help me please
   he tried to tamp out the bit of burning ember which had lept from the wreck
   onto his grimy coatsleeve
   coughing blood
   what's happen?
   he's he's inching towards truth
   he strode of into the woods with the animal
   it still lived
   he didn't glance back at all
  
   still out ghosting the road
   death on the highway
   words crumble around me and fall with the weight of heaven
   i cannot move
   i'm beneath the great weight
   i cannot see
   my eyes are blinded
   i am in the darkness
  
   that's it
  
   {very low in the mix}
   in panic i forget it
   in despair i need it
   in my mind i save it
   in death i have it
   {then a bit louder}
   in panic i forget it
   in despair i need it
  
   i shouldn't laugh
   hah hah hah
   yeah really
   oh
  
   in panic i forget it
   in despair i need it
   in my mind i save it
   in death i have it
   [Thurston?]
   never gave a damn about the meterman
   i was the man who had to read the meters, man