The Cowardly Traveller Pays His Toll Video (MV)

The Cowardly Traveller Pays His Toll


Just get in your car
And strap yourself in tight
Fix your eyes on a distant point
And turn on the headlights
Push your foot to the floor,
And lock both your doors,
So I can't chase you anymore, my friend


And please don't slow down
Until you hear that old, cold ocean
Or until you think you hear somebody drowning
Or some other body suffocating
Then take a deep breath slowly
And say a Hail Mother Mary
That you won't see me ever again, my friend


You're going to split open the mountains
Because you're on that thin ribbon of highway
Where all the men from the prisons
Will be shoving signs in the shoulder blades
"Your lane is coming to an end"
And you don't love me anymore, my friend


There's a toll-taker at the end of the turnpike
Holding up a million cars
He's everything you pictured as you traveled through the dark,
Sitting on the bank of a million stars
And if he waves you through and tells you to
Beware of falling rock and landslides,
You'll see that murder in his eyes
As he drops your change into the drawer


And, if you wonder why there's murder in his eyes,
It's because you don't need him anymore