Timothy traded his life

for a newspaper headline

taxi under a bridge with a driver that seemed nice

but the conversation struck a tone that elevated to a turn off the road home

and the knife on the passenger seat became lodged Timothy's jacket

oh the headlines blazed in a stare 

beaming against the waters retreating outline

Timothy tried to lean forward for the door but he started to see lights

then with an upward thrust he punched the throat the driver

a lucky start to get him out of the car and down to the insterstate where he would have been saved

but sadly timothy could not get away

he was stones throw away from the driver aim

as he reared by the car barreling his way

timothy won't you kiss the stars

timothy we'll put your killer behind bars

timothy sleep well tonight 

because the world is cold under the stars' headlights