The Interceptor

My life fades, the vision dims. All that remains are just memories.
This wasted land, ruined dreams, I remember the road warrior.
To understand who he was you have to go back to another time.
He has gone now, swept away, for reasons long forgotten.
He has gone now, lost everything, he only lives in my memories.
Men began to feed on men, the world was powered by the black fuel.
Great cities of pipe and steel. On the roads it was a white line nightmare.
To understand who he was you have to go back to another time.
He has gone now, swept away, for reasons long forgotten.
He has gone now, lost everything, he only lives in my memories.
In the roar of an engine he lost everything, became a shell of a man,
a burnt out desolate man.
And it was here, in this blighted place, that he learned to live again,
the road warrior, he Lives now only in my memories.