Hypothermic

Driving, in a cold sweat
There is no one on an icy highway
Northbound to Alaska
Hypothermic, where the sun can't find me
Pistol in the glove box with a shot left
In case they come for answers
To the questions only I know
What it is they're after
Gas up with a credit card
And alias that I learnt this morning
Dead flies round the heat lamp
No receipt please
Hide face from the camera
Peel out on a snow bank
But I landed
And I'm back on the highway
Northbound to Alaska
Hypothermic, where the sun can't find me
I can see them
I can hear them
I can feel them
Speeding up behind
In an unmarked hallucination
In a wilderness where the law cant hear me
Shouting, begging mercy
On the concrete while they kick my jaw in
Driving, in a cold sweat
There is no one
On an icy highway