Foxtrot, O Brother

Got plenty a' things on my mind right now.
Steerin' the wheel gets tough when it's so late,
Especially with roads so silent and dark.

I come across a pair of foxes...
Their mate is lying dead in the middle of the road.
They're shouting "Where have you gone, friend?"

"Hopefully somewhere better than here," I muttered.
Them foxes looked at me with such anguish...
They ran off into a field somewheres.

I reckon they're just waitin' in the wings
'Til I'm out of sight. Then they'll come back on stage
And pray to God that poor old feller's death scene ends.