No bigger place than the desert.
No wider place for the sky.
There's no one more alone than me
with my thumb sticking out for a ride.
Every half hour a truck rolls by
and maybe a car or two.
I'm all alone in the desert.
The sun's slowly slipping from view.
Where in the hell is everyone?
It's twilight on the road.
I'm all alone in the desert.
It's getting toward dark and cold.
I'm at the side of the highway.
My companion is the wind.
I am the Last Hitchhiker.
Traffic has come to an end.
I am the Last Hitchhiker.
Traffic has come to an end.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
No bigger place than the desert.
No wider place for the sky.
There's no one more alone than me
with my thumb sticking out for a ride.
Every half hour a truck rolls by
and maybe a car or two.
I'm all alone in the desert.
The sun's slowly slipping from view.
Where in the hell is everyone?
It's twilight on the road.
I'm all alone in the desert.
It's getting toward dark and cold.
I'm at the side of the highway.
My companion is the wind.
I am the Last Hitchhiker.
Traffic has come to an end.
I am the Last Hitchhiker.
Traffic has come to an end.
By David Walk & W.L. Winter
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