A tiredness has seeped into my bones
My arms and legs are so heavy, they feel like stones
Can hardly keep my eye's open, they keep drifting closed
Not a good thing driving ninety down the road

Should I pull over, or just press on
Maybe I'll end up on the families lawn
Or drift off and hit a tree
Make a gory mess of me

Either one sounds just fine
Wonder what the morning light will find
What will be my final devastation
I speed up to find out which will be my final destination