when I fled my family's house
And I hitchhiked down the highway
tryin' to make my way down south
It was in the dead of winter
and it chilled me to the bone
But I was sixteen years of age
just trying to get a message home
It was cold and it was windy
and I was two days in my flight
And the day was almost night
When the only car I saw that day
Came a -rollin' into view
I just ran onto the highway
For to see what I could do
I waved my arms and hollered,
and the car did slow down
And I asked the man inside to help me,
for to get to the very next town
He nodded yes, and I jumped inside,
I was thankful, safe and warm
But the stranger kept his eyes ahead
and drove straight into the storm
I guess I must have fell asleep
cause I couldn't tell how long
When I woke up in a hurry,
would I feel I was something wrong?
The stranger was still driving,
and he did not say a word
And I asked him many questions,
but I seemed not to have heard
Then fear began to grab me,
and I reached out for the door
When I almost had it open,
well the car began to soar
As it angled towards the heavens,
well I tried to catch my breath
and the stranger's name was death
