Standard (EADGBE)

I pull over for a feedbag, i thought of you,

it wasn't bad you had direction and drive

and you arrived at closing time

to find they wiped down the bar

and they built you a bed laid your head to rest

and left you try to true again

you maybe proud then as it was always wish

for thought i would imagine you off

maybe i could see you again

we could sit down and have a moment

and talk about your suicide

and i would put away your death

if you could put away the dope

and all our enemies,

well there's no time for you to know them

any crooked mind disease

but hopeless fools they will be missing you

I pulled over for nostalgia

i thought of suffering the joke

no one delivered the punchline

no resolution is here

i couldn't sharpen the view

and it's still drawn to you waiting

on the new but then this story

has no end as we continue driving