(Male) Thisnis a song so good there are three versions of it (Female) yeah you can say that again (Male) everyone welcome the queen of gibberish herself Ramble! (Female) fuck this hitchhiker, why did he have to look so helpless! (Male) blame the fans who wanted more of him. (Female) fuckers [Intro] Diez Firzt, yeah… You think he needs your door open? Nah. You think the curse starts when he gets in? Nah. That’s the lie. It starts when you see him. It starts when you know he’s there. It starts when your mouth says anything at all. [Whisper Chant] It’s okay… don’t go… yo… It’s okay… don’t go… yo… ⸻ [Verse 1] There’s a man by the road where the streetlights die, Black coat wet and his thumb held high. You don’t gotta stop, you don’t gotta slow, Just don’t let him know that you know. Eyes on the lines, let the rain hit glass, Let the old black shape in the roadside pass. But the second you point, or you say, “Who’s that?” That’s when the map starts folding back. He don’t need a seat, he don’t need your keys, He don’t need to ask you, “Can I ride, please?” The curse ain’t the door, the curse ain’t the truck, The curse is the moment your eyes get stuck. Vivian said, “There’s someone outside.” That was the first little crack in the ride. Ramble said, “Bro, did he just wave?” Now the whole damn road had opened its grave. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Don’t say his name. Don’t check the mirror. Don’t ask your friends, “Do y’all see him clearer?” Keep your mouth shut. Let the wind blow cold. Once he’s acknowledged, the road takes hold. ⸻ [Chorus] It’s okay, don’t go, yo, Keep your eyes on the road, don’t slow. If you see that coat by the dead mile sign, Don’t say, “That man looks wrong this time.” It’s okay, don’t go, yo, Let the rain and the blacktop flow. He can’t climb in till you let him begin, But the second you speak, everybody gets in. It’s okay, don’t go, yo, Don’t look back when the red eyes glow. No hitch, no ride, no hand, no soul, Just don’t let him know you know. ⸻ [Verse 2] Italio laughed, said, “I got this filed,” Pulled three charms and a certified smile. But the paper turned black when he read that line, “Witness confirms him, therefore signed.” Ramble swung first, but the air swung back, Her boots slid hard on the rain-slick track. She said, “Ugly, I see you, come get some.” Then the headlights blinked out one by one. That’s how he works, that’s how he feeds, Not on the blood, but the notice he needs. A glance is a spark, but a word is a chain, A name gives shape to the thing in the rain. He was never waiting for pity or aid, He was waiting for fear to be spoken and made. Waiting for, “What is that?” Waiting for, “Go.” Waiting for somebody to let him be known. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Don’t wave him off. Don’t tell him no. Don’t say, “Keep driving.” Don’t say, “Don’t go.” The warning sounds stupid till the tires don’t roll. Your voice is the ticket. Your fear is the toll. ⸻ [Chorus] It’s okay, don’t go, yo, Keep your eyes on the road, don’t slow. If you see that coat by the dead mile sign, Don’t say, “That man looks wrong this time.” It’s okay, don’t go, yo, Let the rain and the blacktop flow. He can’t climb in till you let him begin, But the second you speak, everybody gets in. It’s okay, don’t go, yo, Don’t look back when the red eyes glow. No hitch, no ride, no hand, no soul, Just don’t let him know you know. ⸻ [Bridge] The first fool said, “You need a lift?” The second said, “Man, what’s wrong with him?” The third just whispered, “That ain’t right.” All three vanished before daylight. He ain’t a ghost and he ain’t a man, He’s a curse with a roadside hand. He waits where attention makes him real, Where your scared little words put him behind the wheel. Vivian cried, “Don’t look at his face.” Too late, the road had swallowed the place. Italio screamed, “I revoke consent.” The mile signs laughed everywhere we went. Ramble kept humming under her breath, Same little chant at the edge of death. Not a prayer, not a spell, just something old, A childlike warning from the mouth of the road. [Chant] It’s okay… don’t go… yo… It’s okay… don’t go… yo… It’s okay… don’t go… yo… Don’t let him know you know… ⸻ [Breakdown] Don’t say, “Stop.” Don’t say, “Run.” Don’t say, “Look.” Don’t say, “Someone.” Don’t say, “Him.” Don’t say, “There.” Don’t say, “Why’s that man just standing there?” Hands on the wheel, mouth shut tight, Drive through the rain, drive through the night. Red eyes bloom where the dead winds blow, It’s okay, don’t go, yo. ⸻ [Final Chorus] It’s okay, don’t go, yo, Keep your eyes on the road, don’t slow. If you see that coat by the dead mile sign, Don’t say, “That man looks wrong this time.” It’s okay, don’t go, yo, Let the rain and the blacktop flow. He can’t climb in till you let him begin, But the second you speak, everybody gets in. It’s okay, don’t go, yo, Don’t look back when the red eyes glow. No hitch, no ride, no hand, no soul, Just don’t let him know you know. ⸻ [Outro]
