As I try to tell this story my skins no longer tight As if it wants to leave and get away from me But Ive lived through this night of fright And found real signs of other life In disbelief Ill tell you what Ive seen... It started out as simply normal driving in my car Taking in the world and marveling the stars above When a woman out of nowhere appeared to be in need So I stopped to reach a helpful friendly hand But something wasnt right! She wouldnt speak at all but I felt this urge to help her As I told the girl to please get in my car She looked on the verge of death pure white and freezing cold So I placed my coat around her fragile arms In a couple minutes time her face showed signs of life She finally spoke and asked to take her home She gave to me an address I assured her to relax For in minutes time shed be there safe and warm As I came across her cottage my hitchhiker was home She thanked me so and walked up through the door As I turned to pull away I remembered of my jacket She wore it as she struggled to stay warm I left my car and rang the bell thinking shed be waiting Instead I got the mother of my girl She said that shed been waiting and not to say a word And down a narrow hall she took my hand and led the way We stopped in a tiny room that looked as if unlived All around sat pictures of my strangers face But the borders they were black the signature of death She informed me that my passenger was dead I didnt believe a word she was sitting right beside me Only minutes back riding in my car She took my hand and led me back outside and through a gate To a private cemetery in the yard On a grave there sat a picture of my unexpected guest From the grave I learned she died some time ago She said in strangers cars her daughter finds a ride For an accident had brought her to the ground And every night she comes home to please her lonely mother Its an instinct from the time she spent on earth But she is gone she assured me death had come And this ghostly image was living on in my mind I told her to cherish her spirit She just sat and cried at the grave I told her to cherish her spirit She just sat and cried at the grave In the cold she was in mourning at the passing of her child So I felt the need to leave and let her be But I stopped to quickly question who was my freezing stranger? She was the perfect image of the girl As I turned to leave the madness I caught a flash of something It was sticking out from underneath the grave In a shocking revelation I became at one with death As instantly I learned the woman spoke the truth For in the grave before me my jacket in the ground The one I gave my stranger on this night, this very night! She was my stranger, yet she was dead, familiar stranger
grave, stranger, sat, car, stopped