We were going to the big desert
They said I would love it and I believed it
It was raining in San Diego everyone blesses the rain
In San Diego the rain brings grateful tears
I was in the backseat enjoying the ride
Like a five year old with her parents
Heading up the mountain past Ramona to the desert
And all of a sudden the car started doing crazed
outta control slip-sliding contortions across the highway in zig zags
i woke up the five year old
Day dream… damn what the hell is wrong
what’s wrong with the car black ice
Awe/fullllll skids and slick glare no good brakes
Happening so fast and up the road we see it
An enormous 18 wheeler truck monster looming toward us
Wes went into the skid and got the buick around and righted
Just in time and all i can think of today
Back in the snow and ice and 12 feet snow banks
And shelter of boston safely home with m’ dave…is
….don white’s song………………..”It’s a great day to not be dead
…doo wha… doo wha “