In the gleam of the forest hole Here she comes along the road Slowly moving to the edge of time Shadow of tomorrow's world Dirty windscreen Flat tire Heading towards the point of no return A tin rust vehicle made of broken parts A frightening vision of the other side As she trundled along the road In the dark and misty gloom She had the unclear vision Of those cats eyes Dirty windscreen Flat tire In the gloom Here she comes Slowly moving To the edge of time