- Genre:Acoustic
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Late one night he was driving Home going North on 22
Coming up on Union and Springfield near Morris Avenue
When he saw something in the The road
So he slowed
And as he got close
He tapped the breaks
Just to be safe
But as he passed
Under the highway light
In the blink of an eye
He saw it was a man
Was he alive?
How could it be?
He couldn't understand
How could that happen?
He tried to work it out in his head
But after a moment, decided the Man was already dead
He kept driving
Hopped on the 1 and 9
Toward the Manhattan skyline
Turned on the radio
As the traffic rushed by
Preacher man said sighed
Saints, Sinners and harlots pray for us
Lost souls all remind us
Saints, Sinners and harlots pray for us