There's a guy walking along
The city streets at night
I don't know where he's going
But you can only see him by the lights

When everything's quiet
You can almost hear
The sound of a horn
And then he disappears

The city is sound asleep tonight
But the dead don't ever sleep 
There's no rest for the wicked
And there's no secret he can't keep
And the driver gets out of the car
But there's no body to be found
The strangest thing always happens
When Jim Crowder walks around

I never knew the man
I never even saw his face
Until Wednesday morning over coffee
I flipped to the second page

Seems Jim Crowder didn't see the lights
Maybe he didn't want to some might say
He didn't care enough to look ahead
Or even bother to get out of the way

The city is sound asleep tonight
But the dead don't ever sleep 
There's no rest for the wicked
And there's no secret he can't keep
And the driver gets out of the car
But there's no body to be found
The strangest thing always happens
When Jim Crowder walks around