A Feedbag Of Truckstop Poetry

A Feedbag Of Truckstop Poetry - Lagwagon

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 wiped down the bar

And they built you a bed

Laid your head to rest

And left you try to 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 d**e 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