Driving alone in the moonlight
An hour or two before dawn
Jackson Browne on the radio
Big wheels all humming along
Rounding a curve in the highway
I see deer in the road just ahead
The littlest one forgot to run
I hit her and knew she was dead
The body lay still and broken
Soft unseeing eyes open wide
Kneeling I took her up in my arms
And I sobbed, and wept, and I cried
I cried for her broken body
And I wept for her stolen life
I sobbed for all the loves I've lost
Through all the years of my life