I almost died at twenty-one In january, driving northbound on abbott rd The car in front of us slammed their brakes down hard And slid off onto the right-hand shoulder We were probably following too close, But I honestly can't remember We swerved into the turn lane And lost control when we hit a patch of black ice That would carry us right into the unavoidable path Of a saturn barreling south in the opposite direction My life did not flash before my eyes I was trying to steer the van anywhere else As time ground to a halt and froze Then exploded violently As metal collapsed into metal At a horrific speed There is always enough time To do the things you love (Until it's gone)