The highway graveyards are covered tonight
By the light of the bull horn moon
The names on the graves had all worn off
And nobody visits but me
It's not that they don't care it's just hard to remember
That even a prom queen can die
I'm sure at her funeral the senior class cries
Death's not an easy surprise
It was three whole days before her car was found
The whip-poor-wills sang in the dawn