It's the first day of January And there's a cold in the air Your probably thinking well... It's that time of year! Well you kinda right.. But not the sort of cold that I fear The cold of a presence Passing or very near The cold of my conscious reflection of a dear Deer in headlights.. I'm driving but can't steer There's some items here beside me.. But I can't see them very clear All these feeling are familiar As If I'm looking through the rear View mirror there's a family And there crying real tears As I slow down for a second My vision is much clearer My Family through the rear It's me.. I'm that deer And that guy that can't steer Is exactly what I feared