Might of the Moose

On my way home from Traverse City
 I hit a moose it wasn't pretty
 Walked till I found a Citgo payphone down the road
 And I called your house it's the only number that I know
 You picked up and said this is surprising
 I stood in the dark apologizing
 For the cheap way I ended our good thing
 And I asked if you would call a tow truck for me
 I walked up the road in the direction
 Of the hatchback I just had wrecked &
 I thought of last night the fight we had in there
 And I thought of the way the light looked in your hair
 I expected to find the beast embedded
 In the windshield the way I'd left it
 But there was just blood and glass on the smashed hood
 I guess he came to and ran back through the wood