If I were making good time down a dark highway
And saw your car broken down in a fiery blaze
I would consider continuing on my way
Even if no one would see you, no one for days.
You are bankrupt. You are full of deceit.
You are a coward. You are a thief.
How apt a sight, you consumed in heat.
Your loss would be no cause for grief.
Despite it all I would circle back
With my senses clear, my mind on track.