In the gloom of the forest hole
Here she comes along the road
Slowly moving to the edge of time
Shadow of tomorrow's world
Dirty windscreen, flat tyre
Heading towards the point of no return
A tin rust vehicle made of broken parts
A frightening vision of the other side
Other side, other side
A frightening vision of the other side
The other side
As she trundled along the road
In the dark & misty gloom
She had the unclear vision
Of those cats eyes
Dirty windscreen, flat tyre ...
In the gloom
Here she comes
Slowly moving
To the edge of time