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