Guy Kyser)
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