Death sleeps at the roadside
Beneath the big blue sky
Sleeps with one eye open
Waits to be picked up
Resting by the wayside
'neath the gaze of a passerby
One eye closed
Seems death is winking
As it waits to be picked up
We keep driving on the highway
Heading to roadkill cafe
Running out of things to say
Our life is merely slow decay
Death is summoned to your bedside
Floats across the room to where you lie
Lifeless arms outstretched towards you
Time has come to be picked up
Death takes you for one last ride
Across the open country
Eyes wide open as you breathe
The wind it feels so pleasant
Heading down this lonely highway
Driving to roadkill cafe
Slowly we roll up the driveway
Sun beats down as we decay
Death sleeps at the roadside
Beneath the big blue sky
One eye open one eye closed
Waits to be picked up