A               D                     Bm     G      A 
I pull over for a feedbag, I thought of you it wasn't bad
          D           Bm              G                A
you had direction and drive and you arrived at closing time
        D                   Bm   D                    Bm
to find they wiped down the bar, and they built you a bed
G                 A                 Bm     A     G
laid your head to rest and left you try to true again

[Verse 2]
          D        Bm           G               A  
you maybe proud then, as it was always wish for thought 
         D          Bm                G        A
I would imagine you off maybe I could see you again
             D               Bm               D            Bm
we could sit down and have a moment and talk about your suicide
            G             A                  Bm   A       G
and I would put away your death if you could put away the dope
G           A             Bm                  G
and all our enemies, well there's no time for you to know them
G           A                Bm                  G      
any crooked mind disease but hopeless fools they will be missing you
             
[Instrumental]
G G G G G G  Bm Bm Bm  A
G G G G G G  Bm Bm Bm  A
G G G G  A A A

[Verse 3]
  A                  D     Bm             G    D        A
I pulled over for nostalgia. I thought of suffering the joke
        D            Bm                G         A
no one delivered the punchline, no resolution is here
D                      Bm   G                        A  
I couldn't sharpen the view, and it's still drawn to you
G              A                 Bm    G      D 
waiting on the new but then this story has no end
A                D
  as we continue driving