It's in my hair. It's on my clothes. It's in the river over the road. It's shining down my angry star. Hanging off the hood of my car. We're not going far. Not going far. It's coming down. They're coming up the shoulders. What have they found. I wonder if they'd know. I'm in a bull black Chevy nova. Silhouetted by the setting sun. This can't be undone. This can't be undone. If I am the one. Blood on the sofa. Blood in the sink. Blood in the trunk. High at the wheel of a bull black nova. And I'm sorry as a setting sun. This can't be undone. This can't be outrun. It's in my hair. There's blood in the sink. I can't calm down I can't think. I keep calling. There's blood in the trunk. I can't calm down. Pick up!. Oh pick up!