Waiting for the News

Dead stop on I-93, a car flipped and the driver flew

We had to think about something else; it happens just too often to care

Traffic picked up once again and the scene was clean as before

It's not the first and it won't be the last, that dirt had death on its door

Ooh, waiting for the news

Crossed the States and Canada line, same country, a different divide

Same trees in their perfect lines, made tame, made paper with pines

We had to wonder what it was like, when the land was covered in ice

We had to stop at the Ultramar, fill the car just to follow a sight