The Scattering Moon - Rogue Valley

A driver on a northern route

Deadly roads and a headlight out

A hitch-hiker stands on the side

Waiting for an unlikely ride

Where are you headed son?

Have you a destination?

Are you just tired of feeling frozen?

Beneath the scattering moon

The smell of diesel and black coffee

Filled the cab, the engine humming

The driver rubs his forehead and decalres

The ghosts are out tonight, say your prayers

The hitch-hiker kept his lips sealed

Looking straight on through the windshield

It’s just me and the wolves out there in those fields

Beneath the scattering moon

Highways are long

Blurry visions and shadows come alive

We break our necks

For payloads and paychecks

The hitch-hiker said thanks for the ride friend

The driver questioned you want off at this dead end?

But he assured, there are other roads here

Though you can’t always see them

Beneath the scattering moon