I no longer felt the blacktop flying 'neath my feet
I could not feel the churning of the wheels
There was a puppet of St. Christopher lying in the street
next to you starin' empty-eyed at me
you starin' hollow-eyed at me

And the rain came pourin' down
it blurred my memory
wipers slappin' back and forth without a sound
and puppet of St. Christopher lyin' broken in the street

Your seat belt got unbuckled to reach for something in the back
I hit the brakes, I heard you scream, and the windshield crack
then all was quiet on the interstate, not a soul in sight
just that big rig lying wounded on its side
the big rig lying weary on its side

And the rain came pourin' down
it blurred my memory
wipers slappin' back and forth without a sound
and puppet of St. Christopher lyin' broken in the street

Tonight I drink more than I did then, drink and think of her
holdin' a little patched-up puppet of St. Christopher
just a broken patched-up puppet of St Christopher