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Robbie Fulks - Night accident lyrics
"Can you hear me now, John" said the voice in my ear
 "In God's name, give me a sign
 For the rumble of wheels, I swear it grows near
 And the sound brings a chill to my spine
 Through the broken windshield, the world looks all wrong
 But it's us, not the world, turned sideward
 And this ain't the county two-lane that we're on, it's the tracks of the Burlington Northern."
 "See the wide, crooked trail down the muddy bank, John,
 Now the broken brush clings to the ground
 See the eyes that the light each second fades from
 And the two twisted arms hanging down
 See the black mesh of wire, the tangle of steel
 That traps us together inside
 And hear these last, true words I reveal
 For I know this night I must die."
 "She came with a hand of kindness outstretched
 In the time of my heart's deepest need
 But as day turned to night, and kindness to flesh
 Our bodies trembled with greed
 And when the first rays of the morning crept in
 The memory of another had died
 But by the ring that she wore, I knew I had sinned
 And I knelt before Jesus and cried."Robbie Fulks - Night accident - http://motolyrics.com/robbie-fulks/night-accident-lyrics.html
 "You've been like a brother since I was young
 Your love has been constant and true
 Oh, the moments we've shared are numberless, John
 And my hours with her so few
 A hand rises now to summon my soul
 And the black depths before me loom
 Just forgive me this wrong I've done you, my friend
 And I'll go in peace to my doom.
 Then breathless with joy came the voice in my ear:
 "Straight ahead of us, John, can you see?
 At the top of the hill, in the moonlight so clear
 A man walks alone through the trees
 Like a lamp to the lost, God's mercy shines down
 Now deliverance lies just within sight
 sound the horn, sound the horn, dear John, do it now
 Don't sit there and stare at the night."
 A blanket of calm lies draped o'er this earth to shroud all misery and toil
 But below us, still red with the blood of its birth, a blaze of pure fury uncoils
 As vengeful as hands on a crippled man's throat
 Silently tightening their hold
 As sure as the path of the 5:19
 As down through the valley it rolls.














