With a full tank of gas,
You're easy to avoid
The snow is thick and fluffy
I am overjoyed.

Match my tires to the tracks ahead of me
To hide my trail
I can't let you follow me
All the way to the grail.

I'll hold that cup in my hand
And get the lay of the land
No one else may come aboard
It's just me and the Lord

Patch of ice under the snow
Sends me off the bridge
Photos of the two of us
Under magnets on the fridge

White out conditions
Axle snapped in two
Huddled under a blanket
Nothing else I can do

I'll hold that cup in my hand
And get the lay of the land
No one else may come aboard
It's just me and the Lord

No lights on the freeway
No end to the snow
Little hope of being rescued
North wind continues to blow

Can't let you find me
Away I crawl
And suddenly I'm warm
Forward I am called

I am holding that cup in my hands
Just dug it out of the sand
Sun shining on my weathered face
I am weary of that golden chase