Parked in your car, you're safe, you're saved
And though your hands shake and your lungs ache and the belt chafes, somehow you're still safe
Four feet up, the road just stops at a forty-foot drop, where your high beams catch the last seam before the air sinks over the black brink
You must have dozed
You came so close with your eyes closed
But somehow, you're alive now, and wide awake
Your foot's still on the brake