Driver - Leo Kottke

Driver - Leo Kottke
Way down there it's raining dust
And snakes police the roads
And a truck weighed down
With misery stops and unloads
And 18 broken passengers
Their blood as thick as mud
Beg for water
For anything the driver waves good luck
The sun's been frying lizards hidden
Under rocks
And now it fries the refugees
And turns their brains to chalk
Eighteen men and women
And one brand new pair of shoes
And the driver's back at the border
What's he got to lose
The night wind screams
Across the freezing ground
There's no one left to tremble
Or to fear for him now
Their bones are scattered drifting like the snow
That falls each night
And settles all around his soul
All around his soul