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