Last night I was out driving. Coming home at the end of the working day. I was riding alone through the drizzling rain. On a deserted stretch of a county two-lane. When I cam upon a wreck on the highway. There was blood and glass all over. And there was nobody there but me. As the rain tumbled down hard and cold. I seen a young man lying by the side of the road. He cried Mister won't you help me please. An ambulance finally came and took him to Riverside. I watched as they drove him away. And I thought of a girlfriend or a young wife. And a state trooper knocking in the middle of the night. To say your baby died in a wreck on the highway. Sometimes I sit up in the darkness. And I watch my baby as she sleeps. Then I climb in bed and I hold her tight. I just lay there awake in the middle of the night. Thinking 'bout the wreck on the highway.