Lyrics
jackie skates across the freeway, like a suicide in steel, scatters ashes of her memory, to the wind behind the wheel, it's the road that makes the rhythm, it's the chalk marks on her soul, it's the task that he's been given, to keep her memory whole, she was younger than forever, she was older than goodbye, and she never saw the trucker, as he wove across the line, just another l.a. drifter, with the freeway in her blood, and she never knew what hit her, when she ran right out of luck, it was jackie called the parents, it was jackie won the prize, it was jackie fed the silence, when they could not meet his eyes, it was jackie took the body, it was jackie packed her stuff, and he never really loved her, though he liked her well enough, sometimes at night he sees her, from the corner of his eye, and he's just about to tell her, that he has no alibi, it's fate that makes the moment, that's what he wants to cry, but the words he needs are frozen, he can't even say goodbye, jackie skates across the freeway, like a suicide in steel, scatters ashes of her memory, to the wind behind the wheel
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Artist: janis ian