Such a late nightnI‘m going to drive you homennA quiet ridenThere’s blood on the roadnAnd blood on your facenI’m going to cry, crynWhy didn’t you brakenDid you even trynnWeather’s hardnHail and snownI’m drifting toonDoes it help you to knownnIt’s your life to make a wrecknWe grew up togethernDid you forget?nnI don’t understandnWhy don’t you talk to menThe tracks you leavenWhere do they leadnWhere are you nownThat you’ve fallen asleepnnI may be the onenTo save you