Don't break down Don't break down Don't break down I was hauling lumber to St. John's from Miller Town Trying to make up hours long after the sun went down Saw a rusted sign tilted by the side of the road Read it just before I saw the engine's first wisp of smoke The sign warned: "Don't break down" The trees warned: "Don't break down" The rocks warned: "Better to turn around" Don't break down Better to turn around Don't break down Don't break down As I entered the valley, my engine puttered and died The best I could do was coast down the hill and to the side Swallowed by shadows except for one solitary moonbeam Shining on a fallen sign, no passing driver would have seen The trees warned: "Don't break down" The rocks warned: "Don't break down" The shadows plead: "Don't make a sound" The sign reads: there are "Monsters all around" Don't break down Better to turn around Don't make a sound There are monsters all around There are monsters all around Don't make a sound My headlights caught the first dark creature pass Uprooting trees with a deafening crash The two behind it were bigger than bears Red eyes peering through wild hair As they reached my cab, I could do nothing but hide Knew if I made a sound they would hear me inside I could smell their breath as I curled on the floor Heard their squealing claws testing my door I pressed my hands to my lips so no sound would escape And prayed for the looming shadows to rumble away The trees warned: "Don't break down" The rocks warned: "Better to turn around" The shadows plead: "Don't make a sound" The creatures swarm, there are monsters all around Don't break down Better to turn around Don't make a sound There are monsters all around There are monsters all around Don't make a sound Don't make a sound Don't make a sound Don't make a sound Don't break down
