Swerve

The Lizard and the Trucker

18 wheels on the hot tarmac.
Little lizard spies a snack.
He's got to run, he's got to dart cause' he can't hide.

Fifteen tons of solid steel.
Mindless greed behind the wheel.
You own the roads, you owe the air.
You run our souls,
You own the stories of our past.

It's tooth or claw,
Or fight or flight.
Little lizard is blinded by the light.

He's got to move,
Or he'll go splat.
Roll out his tongue
Or snatch it back.

You own the gas,
You own the gold,
You own the stories that have yet to be told.

We're the lizard with foil in our mouth
Reflecting light in their eyes
The truck swerves and we survive
A new story is yet to be told

It unfolds
A new story unfolds
Start a new story
I got to swerve,
I got to dart,
I got to move,

New story unfolds
New story told