Driving alone on this North Country road
In the middle of the day,
Hundreds have died where I now ride
on the highway.

The car is slipping on the road in the rain,
And this slips through my brain:
Five stars, Eisenhower,
And Montpelier is three miles away

I woke up in the night, and I couldn't sit still,
So I got in the car and left town.
I was hoping to see the sun rise over me,
But instead, the rain kept coming down.

The car is slipping on the road in the rain,
And this slips through my brain:
Five stars, Eisenhower,
And Montpelier is three miles away

You were riding alone on a paved city road
In the middle of the day,
When a truck turning wide struck your blind side,
And dying, there you lay.

The car is slipping on the road in the rain,
And this slips through my brain:
Five stars, Eisenhower,
And Montpelier is three miles away