Tuesday night nine PM 35 on Del Amo again
Back from work tired and beat
Down the road a shadow darts across the street
Figure of a boy chasing his dog
Slam the brakes too late so long
Sirens flashing what have I done
Don't let it be that I killed someone
An impending doom he couldn't outrun
Tonight a mother goes home without her son
An impending doom beyond control
The kid was only ten years old
Wednesday night eleven PM
Memories flashing back again
But more vivid slow motion this time
That kid he could have been mine
Lying on the ground blue and red
Lord it should have been me instead
I should be the one that's dead
I should be the one that's dead
Wednesday night eleven PM never felt a feeling so grim
Heavy eyes and a heavier heart
Didn't even think i'd make it this far
One night is one too many no parent is ever ready
To lose their one and only
To live through this life so lonely
An impending doom he couldn't outrun
Tonight a mother goes home without her son
An impending doom beyond control
The kid was only ten years old
What kind of mother goes home without her son