So the hearse ran out of gas
A passenger purse and grabbed a map
And the driver inside it
contrived a new route to save the past
And checked his watch and grabbed a cab
A beautifully planned taxi cab
A cab, had it cleared out back
And two men started to unpack
Driving once again
But now this time there were three men
And then I heard one of them say
I know the night will turn to gray
I know the stars will start to fade
When all the darkness fades away
We had to steal him from his fate
So he could see another day
Then I cracked open my box
Someone must have picked the lock
A little light revealed the spot
Where my fingernails had fought
Then I pushed it open more,
Pushing up against the door
Then I sat up off the floor
And found the breath I was searching for
Then there were three men up front
All I saw were backs of heads
And then I asked them am I alive and well
or am I dreaming dead
And then one turned around to say
We're driving toward the morning sun
Where all your blood is washed away
And all you did will be