Don't Look In The Mirror

Out in the silent desert Under the hunter's moon The road was a ribbon of silver Winding away in the gloom A glimpse of motion behind me And loping behind my van Made of cactus spines and mesquite twigs Was the figure of a man My foot came down on the pedal I shot around a curve Then my eyes leapt to the mirror And it almost made me swerve The figure raced on behind me At a distance still the same And a bitter wind swept through my soul A dread without a name All through the midnight desert Silent and cold and black The figure kept my changing pace And never left my track So I slowed for the wraith behind me And stopped on an exit ramp I locked the doors and waited there With palms and forehead damp