Riding The Red-And-White

Six in the morning and there goes the ambulance,
red-and-whites flashing, up to Emergency.
Who's riding in it? Nobody I know--
somebody's mother or somebody's son
struck down by fate at six in the morning,
riding the red-and-white through the dark city.
Pray for the poor soul who's riding the red-and-white
through the dark city at six in the morning.