By the overpass, the story's told Three kids on concrete, sweet hollow road Headlights flicker, you slow down there Something in the windshield starts to 3 dead cold stares Hanging there Enter your mount misery is here A cold whisper breathes right down your neck And the road ahead just starts to wreck Under that bridge, don’t look too long The dark has a name and it knows your song Crosses on the steel, white paint, thin and worn People still drive past and never feel sure If you stop, if you blink, if you sit too still Something out there climbs up the hill Drop it in neutral, kill the sound On Sweet Hollow Road where pines lean down They say the bus wreck kids come back Hands on the bumper, pulling you back No face in the mirror, no breath on the seat Just a slow, hard shove from underneath Under that bridge, don’t look too long The dark has a name and it knows your song Crosses on the steel, white paint, thin and worn People still drive past and never feel sure If you stop, if you blink, if you sit too still Something out there climbs up the hill Out by Sweet Hollow, past Mount Misery Trees crowd in like they want your load A woman in white in the ditch-side haze Walking that line like she owns the place You call her name, hear no reply Just branches ticking in the black-up sky Under that bridge, don’t look too long The dark has a name and it knows your song Crosses on the steel, white paint, thin and worn People still drive past and never feel sure If you stop, if you blink, if you sit too still Something out there climbs up the hill Front tires lift, then settle slow A weight on the trunk you can’t let go White dress swaying at the edge of sight Three small knocks on the passenger side Under that bridge, don’t look too long The dark has a name and it knows your song Crosses on the steel, white paint, thin and worn People still drive past and never feel sure If you stop, if you blink, if you sit too still Something out there climbs up the hill Sweet Hollow Road to Mount Misery The devil's playground awaits
