That Knowing Look of Fate

Old Man Death appeared late one night
He said, "I'm back tomorrow
Won't you prepare to meet the light"
Poor man tried to save, oh, save his poor soul
Took that car and drove as far, as far as he could go

Well, he drove all night through the darkness and the rain
He kept the pedal down, his hands were clenched in pain
He fought so many battles, just like every man
Tonight it was desperation that drove him across the land

Turning 'round he saw Old Man Death
With that knowing look of fate
He spoke so firm but gеntle, he said
"Man, man oh man oh man, I'm glad that you werеn't late
Oh no, I'm glad that you weren't late"

Just before the sunrise, he stopped to have a rest
The night wind blew a chill down from the mountains of the West
He felt his strength give way, his tired legs would not stand
His shoulder took to trembling from the presence of a hand

Turning 'round he saw Old Man Death
With that knowing look of fate
He spoke so firm but gentle, he said
"Man, man oh man oh man, I'm glad that you weren't late
Oh no, I'm glad that you weren't late"