Night’s Truth

She was coming round the mountain
In her fast and shiny car;
She was flying down the highway
Like a fighter gone to war.

At a turn she saw a roadblock,
With policemen everywhere,
But she didn’t think of stopping,
She just thought, “You fools, beware”.

Crashing through the wood there
Like a fighter gone to war,
She went speeding down the highway
In her fast and shiny car!

Yes, her husband would be waiting,
And together they would go
Where no cops would dream of looking,
Not a soul would ever know.

Yes! the U.N. was blown up now,
His good work completely done,
Yet so little time for hiding,
So little time to run.

She was coming round the mountain
In her fast and shiny car;
She was flying down the highway
Like a fighter gone to war!

The last bend, another roadblock;
“Oh my God, they’ve got my man!
He’ll be hauled away forever
And in freedom never stand!”

When she pushed it up to ninety
Guards ran left and ran off right;
But her husband stood there smiling
In his brave and selfish height.

For his arms spread out in welcome,
And his head was lifted proud,
And his eyes (“those eyes!”), so open,
Blazed the truth he had avowed!

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