Solitary motion, in the wake of an avalanche

Deer in the headlights, there
goes a weaker one

He's listenin' in the fast gaze, I don't care now to see the way
Do you hear the silence? I was far too late

Oh living for the city, and it's always troubling
to keep it in the hot lane, I don't care about no scenery
and you run from it then, now you can't escape, cause it's all you see