Fate

You wake up yawning, it's the morning 

Sunshine lights another day

You eat your breakfast, have a coffee

Everything's ok.

You start the car and drive to work

And do your duties well

The clock ticks slowly, nearly done

You're feeling pretty swell.

You drive on home, and have a shower

Then rustle up some grub 

You make a call to meet some friends 

Then hurry down the pub.

You have a drink, and then one more 

A laugh with your good friends 

Everything is perfect, well...

Of course that then depends.

You stagger from the local, unaware that something's wrong 

You sing out loud the lyrics from a jukebox favorite song 

You're nearly home, when suddenly, the car comes into view

It's driver paralytic, aims the vehicle at you.

There's nowhere you can run to, and there ain't nowhere to hide

The car screams ever nearer, and the tires start to slide

You never had a chance, yet if you'd woken feeling ill 

Fate would not have intervened, and you'd be living still.