[Hook: Bellowing hardstyle male lead, bellowing] Thumb out on forty-one, and you know my face Eleven Octobers standing in the same place Slow it down, driver, I saved you a space Thumb out on forty-one, and you know my face [Verse 1: Bellowing hardstyle male lead, eerie and steady over the offbeat bass] Halloween at three a.m., the fog is on the ground Mile marker forty-one and there's nobody around Denim jacket soaking wet, the same one that I wore When a pair of headlights put me in this ditch before Eleven years of Octobers I been standing on the shoulder Every car that passes by, I get a little colder Trucks go by and blow my hair, the minivans speed past Nobody stops for a soaking kid with his thumb stuck up [Pre-Chorus: Bellowing hardstyle male lead, rising] Gray sedan with a busted grille, and I know that sound Same loose belt squealing when the wheels come round [Hook: Bellowing hardstyle male lead, bellowing] Thumb out on forty-one, and you know my face Eleven Octobers standing in the same place Slow it down, driver, I saved you a space Thumb out on forty-one, and you know my face [Verse 2: Bellowing hardstyle male lead, close and cold] He pulls over, rolls the window, says, son, you'll catch your death I just smile and climb in back, the glass is fogging with my breath Where you headed? Up the road, the same place I always go He says, you look a little familiar, and I say, yeah, I know Dashboard clock stops dead at three-oh-four, the heater won't come on Wipers swinging by themselves and the road ahead is gone He is sweating through his collar and his knuckles going white Eleven years he took the long way round this mile at night [Bridge: Bellowing hardstyle male lead, plate-number freeze, the whole track held on one screeching note] K, seven, nine, two, D, I said it every night I read it from the ditch when you drove off without a light K, seven, nine, two, D, I said it every year Eleven years I said it, and tonight you brought it here [Verse 3: Bellowing hardstyle male lead, full force] Sunrise and the troopers find a gray car on the side Mile marker forty-one, engine running, nobody inside Driver's door is hanging open and the seat belt's buckled tight Back seat soaking wet like somebody swam in overnight One wet thumbprint on the window pointing up the road And a denim jacket folded where the ditch is overgrown Next October, three a.m., the fog is on the ground There's a gray man out at forty-two with his thumb out, looking round [Final Hook: Bellowing hardstyle male lead, bellowing] Thumb out on forty-one, and you know my face Eleven Octobers standing in the same place Slow it down, driver, I saved you a space Thumb out on forty-one, and you know my face [End]
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