I guess
Trucks
A thousand lost souls
Wondering when their dreams died
And did anyone show up
For the wake
I'm parked on the edge
Of nowhere
And feel at home
There's a lawn chair
A moon, a smoke
A beer, and me
Don't know where i'm
Goin tomorrow
Don't really care
Truck is tired
So am i
But siler city NC
Can do that to ya
i have a sweater
To give away
So i have a purpose
And with a little luck
Maybe a tomorrow
If not
That's ok
The other thousand
Won't miss me
Of this
I'm glad
