Down dark dusty roads

We go late at night

Through fields of green,

This is our last ride.

Your hand on my knee,

The wind in my hair

Bumping along,

Like we haven't a care.

We're running from the future,

Being stalked by the past

They've given us a head start,

Just like we've asked.

The moon casts its shadows

On the maple tree leaves,

And the beat of our hearts

Sounds like butterfly wings.

And we drive and we drive,

With them both coming near

In the glow of the stars,

I watch you shed a small tear.

The rumble of the engine

Sputters and dies

As the very last ounce of gas

Waves us good-bye.

The future is running

On strong steady feet

You hold me closer

We must admit defeat.

The future, he gives us

A horrible grin

As he laughs like a monster

And evil arms take us in.

The sound disappears

The wings of our butterfly-

As the future consumes us

And we watch our youth die.