He slammed the hood down, br was like a judge with a gavel. br I felt the tug of my string— br beginning to unravel. br br Attendant started to sing, br as my tires spun gravel. br Down the dark way— br I began to travel. br br What does one say br to oneself on the way br of an uncertain journey br down a desert highway. br br How does one hide br from those things on the side br of a lonely dark br highway night ride.