Me eyelids are failing me.   This plain of asphalt stretches, and stretches   Twelve o'clock, midnight   To many early mornings and late nights   I should've known it would ruin me   Darkness   Back again, cursed body   Pitter-patter   Oh, it's raining again, joyous   Sigh   Window-wipers on, nothing   What's this ?   Broken   This can't be, or can't get worse   Pop   A tire too ?   I shouldn't have said anything   Exasperated, my head graces teh wheel   Why can't I just sleep, life is toom much for my shoulders   Aweh well   Where is the shoulder of the road ?   Who builds these things anyway    Where is a gas station when you need one, then again it's a corpse lot anyway   Two dollars for gas ?   I'd rather crawl   Well, time to change this tire   Ugh, doors broken, of course it is   Trunk popped   How did I guess, no spare, seves me right   Well, it looks like I'm waiting for daybreak   But not in this rain   Silence   The doors locked   Inside I can see the keys in the ignition   Argh   I will pound this till I can take no more !   I knew I should've bought a phone instead of lottery tickets   One can cream   Well, looks like I'm catching pneumonia tonight   I hate Mondays