Hey Joe have you seen my friend Flo, I was with her last night I thought it was all right for her to go. Put her in the car, guess she didn't get very far, cause they found her shoes and her purse by the off ramp. Don't know why she stopped but I am sure she had a reason, some creep took it as chick open season. It doesn't look good, no it doesn't look good, I doubt she'll get up and walk out of those woods.

But it could have been me, oh, it could have been me And that strikes me like a baseball bat across my knees

One night my car broke down on the turnpike, I was stuck in Northeast Pennsylvania. It was after midnight and it was gonna snow, I didn't have nowhere to go. I thought to call for help but when the cars passed me by my cries fell silent. For how many times has the devil walked among us, wearing the face of the savior. So I headed out alone not sure whether to stay in
the light where I could see or in the darkness where they can't see me

Because it could have been me, oh, it could have been me
And that strikes me like a baseball bat across my knees.