on eighteen wheels, alone, with just the radio to hold them
the road is long and always lonesome, with no one
with her thumb to the sky, she's a savior

a scene-by-scene reveals ill intent and vengeance
a cloak and dagger plot, with no love left, where none repent
she's been chained to the lot, now for twelve years

when the stakes have been raised through to blackmail
she will play the puppet
dangling right until she takes a life

she's digging deep into a darkness unchecked
shovel after shovel, buried to the neck
he's talking points and cannibal lies
leveraged bids, ordered hits, anything to turn the tide
his gains all trace right back to the bright eyed

no son or daughter should be thread on the spool
of evil men who crave control and live to bend the rules
no kind of penance can be paid for this crime
when the prey is hidden from the public's prying eyes

free reign to fracture skeletal lives
he won't resist, those tempting lips, he'll sink his teeth in every night
feigned interest in addressing her plight
but this drama ends, only when, she pulls the trigger and snuffs out the light
one path to take back into the right

and if her bullets don't kiss the air
her hostage offspring's a meal to be prepared
ample enough motivation now
its not so strange when you know the town

where high heels crack the pavement, drivers with wallets out
bare bone legs all strutting, hourly rate motels
clandestine encounters
penned by the governing hands
with secrecy surrounding
this shoot from the hip romance