Lyrics

a driver on a northern route
deadly roads and a headlight out
a hitch-hiker stands on the side
waiting for an unlikely ride

where are you headed, son?
have you a destination?
are you just tired of feeling frozen

beneath the scattering moon

the smell of diesel and black coffee
filled the cab, the engine humming
the driver rubs his forehead and declares
the ghosts are out tonight, say your prayers

the hitch-hiker kept his lips sealed
looking straight on through the windshield
just me and the wolves out in those fields

beneath the scattering moon

highways are long
blurry visions
and shadows come alive

we break our necks
for payloads and paychecks

the hitch-hiker said thanks for the ride friend
the driver questioned: you want off at this dead end?
the hitch-hiker assured: there are other roads here, though you can't always see them

beneath the scatter
beneath the scatter
beneath the scattering moon