• He saw her by the road late at night
    By a remote road all alone
    He saw she had only a flashlight
    No car to take her home

    He turned around and stopped his car
    He stopped and offered her a ride
    She nodded and he opened the door
    So she could get inside.

    He gave her his jacket to fight off the chill
    And inquired the place of her house
    She told him, "On the North Street hill"
    And once again became silent like a mouse

    He dropped her off and she smiled
    He drove off without a racket
    When he arrived at home he realized
    The girl still had his jacket

    When in the morn he returned and asked for it back
    Her parents broke out in tears
    His eyes went wide and his jaw went slack
    Their daughter was dead for two years

    He arrived the cemetary to lay the truth bare
    He stared dumbstruck at the sepulchral enclave
    For in front of him, lying right there
    Rested his jacket across the grave