Lagwagon - A Feedback Of Truckstop Poetry Lyrics

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 to true again
You may be proud then
As it was always wishful 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 fool can find a 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 down to you
Waiting on the new but then this story has no end

As we continue driving