Akit's hill

Akit's Hill (S. Loree)



She's an old machine, worn and bent

With the paint scratched off in an accidental dent

Driving down the wrong side of the road

With bad brakes and heavy load

It's dark with the lights off

Radio on and our fingers crossed

It's a coin toss



Half a mile from Johnson's Mill

At the top of Akit's Hill



The other with an accent and flashy dashboard

I've never seen one of those before

Coming up the far side of the hill

We're at the top hanging around

Looking out at the lake and the stars

There's ice and fire and the sound of braking tires

It's a crossfire



There was nothing I could do

And I knew that he knew it too

I could see it when he turned the wheel

There is nothing I can say

About Akit's Hill at the end of that day

There is nothing I could swear was true