Feedbay 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

Maye I 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