I turned right in Albuquerque
Where I should’ve taken a left
Now I’m way off out in the boonies
And I think I’m kind of F’d
I’m out of gas totally lost
And my GPS went out
Just as my battery died
I knew I was way off route
I have come to the cross roads
Where Braver men won’t go
I have come to the four-way stop
At no trespassing Road
Then a black jackal came out of the woods
Stood on his hind legs upright
Then the sun was coming up
Can’t remember what happened that night
Then the car started all on it’s own
It really gave me a fright
So I Floored it and got the hell out of
The darkness and back into the light
But I really felt different not like my self
Felt like I was carrying a load
Felt like I lost some thing
Back at those stop signs
Back on no trespassing Road