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