A lonely drive through the woods.
And then there are they
They who play in the shadows
They who loom along dark meadows
They who reside in your eye's corner
And they who make your gaze wander
And then there are they
They who maketh your fingers quiver
They who make your mind waver
They who make you want to hide
And they who might be right by your side
And then there are they
They whos footsteps you hear right behind your ride
They who make you faster drive
They who make you blind in panic
And they who make the moment seem satanic
And then there are they
They who you now seem to see clear enough
And they who make you wish you were strong and tough
Yet they who seldom cannot be seen
And they who always make you want to scream
And then there are they
Who are they
What are they
Were there really 'they' some
Or were there never 'they' none ?