The Lone Traveler

You meet a lone traveler on the road,

He tells you to lighten you load,

He's clean and he's suave,

And he's telling you stories,

He's odd and bizzarre but he's no selling salves,

He talks about oceans and he talks about quarries,

You want to go, you must leave this fellow traveler,

But he grabs your arm and leads you to a knoll,

You hear the bell toll,

As he reaps your soul,

Fear the lone traveler.