More Info I was heading north on highway five on a star lit Sunday night
When a pickup truck flew by me out of control
As I watched in my headlights he swerved left then back right
He never hit the brakes as he left the road
I found him lying in the grass among the steel and glass
With an empty whiskey bottle by his side
Then through the blood and tears he whispered in my ear
A few last words just before he died
