Lord have mercy,
I miss you, my friend —
Every day I pace the floor in my head, waiting for the end
of the day.
At night it’s not so bad; I drive through the blackness,
I drive through the sadness,
I drive too fast.
I switch lanes, again and again —
I feel insane, step on the gas.
The madness passes and I throw it into park;
The muscles do what they’re supposed to do.
Meanwhile between my ears it’s all gone to hell.
Every night I get through it, all the way to the end.
But I miss you, my friend.
Lord have mercy, I miss you, my friend.