Just a few miles down from here,
Lying on the side of the road,
Theres a beautiful sign of mourning,
A wilted dying black rose,
Once upon a time,
Well, I believe it was the night before that rose was laid,
There was a man, who was trying to unwind,
From a hard time at work that day,
He went to the local pub,
Just to have a drink or two,
But as his troubles started to fade away,
He didnt realize he had more than a few,
He walked to his car,
Keys and alcohol a deadly combination,
Forty over the speed limit,
His fingers tingled from the sensation,
He skidded down the road,
No one knows exactly what happened since then,
All we know is:
A beautiful girl was found there dead,
He doesnt remember a thing,
Though he knows in his heart it was him,
So he did the right thing,
And turned himself in,
Well, its been a while since then,
Everything is cleaned up and the rose is gone,
But the memories remain,
That girl will live on.
