My town car died two thousand nine.
One month and a day after Danny passed.
Gone, too, was this old life mine.
Thrown to the curb. Run out of gas.
Lost my woman. Lost my brother.
Lost my purpose. Lost my mind.
I closed one eye and opened the other
But the one eye opened was cheap glass blind.
So I tripped back where the trouble started
Hoping to find what some call truth.
But my efforts left me broken hearted
With a long, dull ache bad as a rotten tooth.
I do not want my future days
To haunt me in the same old ways
My past has come to haunt me now.
I’ll find a different path some how.
What’s that you say? Tell me again.
To triumph, one must surrender?
One must surrender to win?