I was sixteen years of age when I fled my family’s house And I hitchhiked down the highway Tryin’ to make my way down South It was in the dead of winter and it chilled me to the bone But I was sixteen years of age Just tryin to get a message home It was cold and It was windy and I was two days in my flight And my shoes were almost wore through And the day was almost night When the only car I saw that day came rollin into view I just ran onto the highway for to see what I could do I waved my arms and hollered and the car it did slow down And I asked the man inside to help me For to get to the very next town He nodded yes and I jumped inside I was thankful, safe and warm But the stranger kept his eyes ahead And drove straight into the storm I guess I musta fell asleep but I couldn't tell how long When I woke up in a hurry with the feel of something wrong The stranger was still driving and he did not say a word And I asked him many questions But he seemed not to have heard Then fear began to grab me and I reached out for the door When I almost had it open Well, the car began to soar As it angled towards the heavens I just tried to catch my breath For it was then I knew what time it was And the stranger’s name was Death