It could have been me by Shannon Mcnally
But it could have been me, oh, it could have been me And that strikes me like a baseball bat across my knees
One night my car broke down on the turnpike, I was stuck in Northeast Pennsylvania. It was after midnight and it was gonna snow, I didn't have nowhere to go. I thought to call for help but when the cars passed me by my cries fell silent. For how many times has the devil walked among us, wearing the face of the savior. So I headed out alone not sure whether to stay in
the light where I could see or in the darkness where they can't see me
Because it could have been me, oh, it could have been me
And that strikes me like a baseball bat across my knees.