In the gleam of the forest hole
Here she comes along the road
Slowly moving to the edge of time
Shadow of tomorrow's world

Dirty windscreen
Flat tire

Heading towards the point of no return
A tin rust vehicle made of broken parts

A frightening vision of the other side

As she trundled along the road
In the dark and misty gloom
She had the unclear vision
Of those cats eyes

Dirty windscreen
Flat tire

In the gloom
Here she comes
Slowly moving
To the edge of time