Out eating burgers in a friend’s car
Each paper napkin has a happy star
Deep in the trash can they begin to sing
«Swee what a life of innocence brings»
These things don’t make me sad today
There comes a time when everyone’s plans
Fall like a dog from a truckbed grandstand
Fall like a red snow on the freeway
«I could have done all these things,» he said
«And maybe I could have loved you
But I’ll pretned I’m above it now.»
Night bugs come through the window crawling
Dead man’s shirts in the closet calling
«Why didn’t you write before I died?»
I would’ve-but I don’t know what to say
To my best friend