The Hurst

One gloomy day
I was about to burst
When to my dismay
I was riding in the back of a Hurst

I realized one thing
It was too late for me to pray
My mental bell began to ring
And I now know I can't stay

So many things undone
So many things unsaid
I wish I could finish
I wish I weren't dead

Now I lay in peace
I guess my soul will never rest
But the pain will have ceased
Because I am now at my best

Now as I ride down this street of one way
I know now not to burst
Or to be in dismay
For I know the reason now for riding in the back of this Hurst