She couldn't help but feel
as she hugged her haunted knees
a Pang of regret in the empty driver's seat
but the ditch was full of Marie
and she whispered through gritted teeth

Come find me
arms and legs, crawl back to me
is it too late for me?
has it spread to my head and eaten all of poor little me?
She crawled through the bracken
and the masonry
Searching for missing limbs
but all she found was a bent steering-wheel

Came and found me
arms and legs, crawled back to me
is it too late for me?
If i'd have kept my eyes on the road
i'd have kept my hands and feet