Pickering Pick

Mission Hill Incident
She was on her way to the ??? of Mission HillWith her head hanging down in her eyesIn a car climbed the hill with the sun shining stillAnd it bent as she rode through the treesThe sign up ahead said the way was turning leftSo she slowed to the middle of the roadAnd she came to the pass, he was walking acrossAnd she screamed, but a lump in her throatAnd her foot hit the break and her tail swung aroundAnd she stopped and he stared at the colors and the soundAnd the car hit him hard and he fell to the groundAnd she closed her eyes and prayed that he'd surviveShe had blood in her eyes from a cut on her headSo she wiped them and turned in her seatAnd she saw through the back that the figure looked deadAnd his shoes had been knocked from his feetShe walked to the place where he lay on his backAnd she felt for a pulse on his wristHis eyes opened wide as she started to cryAnd a smile crossed his face that she missedHe was thinking of what he would say to the girlLetras de cancionesWho had just knocked him down on the side of a hillAnd was sitting there wondering if he'd been killedAnd was trying to come to terms with the guiltThen he sat up and said, "Did you think I was dead?"She was down on the edge of the roadSo she got up and hugged him, her hands on his headAnd she helped him back up with his loadThen they drove up the road to the ??? of Mission HillThe sun on the cracks in the screenMade the light on his hand as he reached for her armSeem to flicker and jump like a dream From Letras Mania