Lagwagon - Feedbay of Truckstop Poetry


i pulled 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 had wiped down the bar 
and they built you a bed
laid your head to rest and left you tried and true again 

you may be 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 this year
i couldn't sharpen the view 
and it's stilled all of you 
waiting on the new but then this story has no end 
as we continue driving

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