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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
