12 A.M
He's at that punch clock again
It's been a long night
“What a life” he says, stepping into that parking lot
Walking across to where his car is parked
The autumn chill leaving it’s mark with frost upon his windshield
He starts his engine, sets his front and back defrost at 4-
And begins to think, of course-
That same thing that he thought last night and the night before that
Like, what if he gets on the highway and
Puts the pedal down on that floor mat and just goes
Yeah man, he just goes

Yeahh, he could be on the west coast in a couple days
With rubber on the road and a soul on the way to a new beginning
Living, listening to the low rumble of the radials spinning
But fear is real, and uncertainty is fear
And here he is, a man with a plan and a career
"Who knows, maybe next year"
He hears himself say into the rear-view mirror
As the windshield clears for the moon overhead
He pulls out of that parking lot, taking a right, instead of a left-
He's Headin’ home
"Seize the day" they said
He's Headin’ home
He puts on the radio and about 15 minutes in, he begins to feel it
The winding yellow serpents
The moon, the stars, the auburn leaves fluttering passed-
Making it seem as if he were traveling hyperspeed fast;
Relaxed
And with eyelids like boulders-
He begins to fold into the droning of the old 5 cylinder motor
But he's halfway home and this ain't his first rodeo, no sir
He knows he’ll make it
Just keep going
Just keep going, man
What a life
What a life, man

Twisted up
Spun
Bathing in bright lights
What a life
Yeah- what a life, man

Hovering over the wreckage
With a bird's-eye view of an empty vessel
He thinks back and he wonders
“Man, what would have happened if I had taken that left?
Too late now I guess”
“What a life” he says
Turning his back and laughing at the irony of his current state-
Based off a decision he'd made for the sake of being safe
‘Cause when the array of lights that he may have made-
Shaved the night and gave shape to a frayed landscape
He died

What a life