You Feel The World's Against You

You feel the World's against you your car has broken down Way out there in the country miles from the nearest town You sit there in the driver seat your head bowed against the wheel Thinking to yourself I'd be better off dead this is how low you do feel. No mobile phone service in the area you are stuck miles from anywhere Nothing going right for you lately life for you is unfair But a tiny voice within you tells you to hang in there This not a major setback the car you can repair. Stuck on a country by road as night is setting in You feel the World's against you of late you cannot win Not even a farmhouse is nearby the nearest town is far For you tonight will be a cold one you must sleep in your car. Few cars pass on this by road and none at all at night But a tiny voice within you says it will be all right Sometime tomorrow morning a car will come your way And the driver will stop to help you and things will be okay.