I wrote this last year in the midst of all the carnage on one particular section of road. Guess the tune.

The Fur-Lined Highway

I've been drivin' these streets so long
Now there's a different song
Here, it is rural, these ain't the streets of Broadway
But hustle's still the name of the game
And slow guys get flattened to soak up the snow and the rain
There was a load of oaks and acorns
Now you're sacrificin' each first-born
And I gotta go where all the little corpses be

On the fur-lined highway
Driving in my car, it's a squirrel-spangled rodeo
On the fur-lined highway
It's a dangerous game - do they even know?
And there's another diving under my wheels

Well, I shouldn't mind the bumps
Cuz you can only kill 'em once
But I cringe goin' over the lumps
That used to be tree rats
And I dream of winter's breath
When the snow covers up the sad evidence of death
There'll be a load of oak trees growin'
In the place where they are goin'
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me

On the fur-lined highway
Driving in my car, it's a squirrel-spangled rodeo
On the fur-lined highway
It's a dangerous game - do they even know?
And there's another diving under my wheels