Hypothermic

Driving, in a cold sweat

There is no one on an icy highway

Northbound to Alaska

Hypothermic, where the sun can't find me

Pistol in the glove box with a shot left

In case they come for answers

To the questions only I know

What it is they're after

Gas up with a credit card

And alias that I learnt this morning

Dead flies round the heat lamp

No receipt please

Hide face from the camera

Peel out on a snow bank

But I landed

And I'm back on the highway

Northbound to Alaska

Hypothermic, where the sun can't find me

I can see them

I can hear them

I can feel them

Speeding up behind

In an unmarked hallucination

In a wilderness where the law cant hear me

Shouting, begging mercy

On the concrete while they kick my jaw in

Driving, in a cold sweat

There is no one

On an icy highway