Highway Girl

Perhaps she thought too much
Or read her mind backwards
Or that she was broke
And had no money or words

Perhaps her lover left her
And she sought no solace
Or she had no lover
And her life was no place

She crouched down on the highway
Waiting for someone to run over
And the good people they veered clear
And their cars turned over

Agnes died behind her wheel
As her car fell in the side
And she did her best, and succeeded
To save the highway girl from her ride

The cars did not touch her
And parted their ways careful
The highway girl got up and left
And went back, alive, sad, beautiful