Leo Kottke
Driver
Way down there it's raining dustAnd snakes police the roadsAnd a truck weighed down with misery stops and unloadsAnd 18 broken passengers, their blood as thick as mud Beg for water, for anything the driver waves good luckThe sun's been frying lizards hidden under rocksAnd now it fries the refugees and turns their brains to chalkEighteen men and women and one brand new pair of shoesAnd the driver's back at the border, what's he got to loseThe night wind screams across the freezing groundThere's no one left to tremble or to fear for him nowTheir bones are scattered drifting like the snowThat falls each night and settles all around his soulAll around his soul
From Letras Mania