Jackie skates across the freeway   like a suicide in steel   Scatters ashes of her memory   to the wind behind the wheel   It’s the road that makes the rhythm   It’s the chalk marks on her soul   It’s the task that he’s been given   To keep her memory whole      She was younger than forever   She was older than goodbye   and she never saw the trucker   as he wove across the line   Just another L.A. drifter   with the freeway in her blood   and she never knew what hit her   when she ran right out of luck      It was Jackie called the parents   It was Jackie won the prize   It was Jackie fed the silence   when they could not meet his eyes   It was Jackie took the body   It was Jackie packed her stuff   And he never really loved her   though he liked her well enough      Sometimes at night he sees her   from the corner of his eye   and he’s just about to tell her   that he has no alibi   It’s fate that makes the moment   That’s what he wants to cry   but the words he needs are frozen   He can’t even say goodbye      Jackie skates across the freeway   like a suicide in steel   Scatters ashes of her memory   to the wind behind the wheel