Fragrant hill top hide a way

Just a few short miles from town

Filled with cars and lovers

And summer evening sounds

Children play adult games

Locking lips and losing time

Girls seek to find Romeo

While boys just cross the line

Gravel snaps beneath

The Travelers tires on the prowl

Unaware at make-out point

They can’t hear him howl

He’ll choose a spot that’s dark

Where moonbeams cannot see

Then wait for his signal

As to who his prey will be

It may take all night

But time is on his side

They will never see it coming

Where life and death collide