Traveling in the dark
Low beaming my headlights in the middle of the night
Shadows they are shifting
In the direction of my wheels
While mailboxes are moving
Transparently left to right
Is it human flesh?
Or paint covered news letters delivered to your front door
Screech goes the tires
Heeling to the mailbox people once more
Tree clawed country back roads
Clench the hot dream
As I figure it all out on my high beams
Traveling in the dark
While mailboxes move transparently
Left to right
Is it human flesh or paint covered news letters delivered to your front door