At A Greyhound Station, Desperate

(альбом: Don't Go Throwing Roses In My Grave - 2022)

Your heart's been beating through your chest
A war your body hasn't declared yet
It's been in conflict a long time
We just don't call it what it is
You dyed your hair and you slicked it back
Always trying to get yourself back on the right track
Moving every couple years
A new city, a new state

But you always find your way back here
Between a rock and a hard place

Sunday dinner at your parents' house
You were all hyped up on some unknown kind of speed
Your father gave his old lecture
You fought defensively
You ran out of patience and you asked me for a ride
Grabbed a duffle bag and raced off into the night
Saying, "This time it's gonna be different, man
I got connections up in Michigan

I just gotta find a way outta here
Before shit gets weird"

At a Greyhound Station
Waiting on a way out of town
Desperation knows no bounds

On the drive out you were silent
You drank a tall boy from a brown paper bag
We listened to the game on the radio
And stared endlessly out the window
We weren't bound by surname or blood
But life found a way of making brothers out of us
"Thanks for the ride, see you soon my friend"
Yeah, that was the last I ever heard from him

And then I watched you disappear
In a rearview mirror

At a Greyhound Station
Waiting on a way out of town
Desperation knows no bounds

At a Greyhound Station
Waiting on a way out of town
Desperation knows no bounds