Never See it Coming - Op8

No one ever sees it coming

No one ever sees it coming

The one that won’t let you get away

Down dusty pathways

I’m turning up the road

With my old rollmaster

Basket in the load

I hear me front fender clinging

Try to fix it at top speed

But my foot slips in the spoke and

My steel toe sends me off the street

No one sees it coming

No you won’t see it coming

The one that won’t let you walk away from this one

The final explode

Episode

So far in, implode

Implode

Implode

The one that got him

Found him on the avenue

The right place and wrong time

And they looked down at the shoe