It's 7:55nEastern Standard TimenAnd back to the grindnThough the roads are clear and drynOut of the corner of your eye you see itnA lightning bluish blurnLeft to right swervenFrom curb to curbnThere wouldn't be a chance to thinknIf time stopped with every blinknnNow you knownThe heart beats twice as fastnBefore it's ready to blownPounding lownTo fuel the words inside thatnWe already knownnFlashback to the site of the crashnWhen you learned that this ride wouldn't be your lastnThen the officer arrivednHe could not believe his eyesnAnd later he said,nThey took his life insteadnTwo more seconds and you would've been deadnBut that's not the way it worksnMistakes are not rehearsednnYou were two seconds fromnThe bottom ofnThe edge of the road or collisionnBut it wasn't your decisionnTwo seconds butnYou buckled upnIt's never what you see that gets younBut we get used to itnTwo seconds onnIn slow motionnYou chest pumps hard in locomotionnTo keep time with your heartnDon't ever stop before you startnWhen everything could fall apart