well i ride 400 horses trough a tunnel in the pines dead dogs patchy fog it s hard to see the lines there s a cross at every curve to comemorate drivin back from mobile on bloody 98 i got a wife in hattiesburg and a lover in mobile god knows i m spending half my life behind the wheel my pontiac is a panting horse but i m a running late drivin back from mobile on bloody 98 jackknife in the highway 18 wheels up in the air to late to hit my brakes i m already there so now i m just another restless haint who lost his way