Once on a night of cold regret
As I walked a country road
I met a man who offered a ride
Said that it was warmer inside
Said to get in out of the wet
He’d take me as far as I wanted to go
I looked at the man and took his measure
And he seemed a decent chap
The rain beat down in quick succession
Led me to take his proffered suggestion
I shook his hand and called it a pleasure
And then removed my cap
We drove for a bit in the downpour
And the wipers went to and fro
The night grew deeper around us
The forest began to surround us
I said that I’d been there once before
And I knew where I wanted to go
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