Driver

                                  Way down there it's raining dust

And snakes police the roads

And a truck weighed down with misery stops and unloads

And 18 broken passengers, their blood as thick as mud 

Beg for water, for anything the driver waves good luck



The sun's been frying lizards hidden under rocks

And now it fries the refugees and turns their brains to chalk

Eighteen men and women and one brand new pair of shoes

And the driver's back at the border, what's he got to lose



The night wind screams across the freezing ground

There's no one left to tremble or to fear for him now

Their bones are scattered drifting like the snow

That falls each night and settles all around his soul

All around his soul