backroad

I was driving home on the backroads I was trying to keep my profile low If they tracked me down in Calamassus town God knows what I would have blown In the headlights on the horizon I saw a fox on the side of the road Poor little fella must have had a full header With a semi on a heavy load Out on the backroad In the headlights Bet you never knew your future could shine too bright Where there's no law, there's no crime You're not gonna meet no Mr. bigtime Laying low Out on the backroads As I drove the car a little closer I saw that fox, he was still alive Poor little fella, in pain I could tella By the look in his 2 blue eyes I just couldn't let the little guy suffer I just couldn't drive on that night I reversed the car on the cold black tar And lined up my wheel just right Out on the backroad In the headlights Bet you never knew your future could shine too bright Where there's no law, there's no crime You're never gonna change your mind When you're laying low Out on the backroad Later that night the strangest dream came to me I dreamt the ghost of jim morrison floating above the gates of the pere lachaise And the strangest thing about the whole affair was that I was the only one there and that ghost Had the very same eyes as the fox He said get up get out and make something of yourself And if you don't like you go be someone else But don't be a slave to the money and the drugs And wind up waiting tables at the 27 club See we all got it wrong back in the summer of love That was just a bumper sticker someone made up To sell cheap souvenir mugs At the woodstock hotel Out on the backroad In the headlights Bet you never knew your future could shine too bright Where there's no law, there's no crime You're never gonna change your mind When you're laying low Out on the backroads