Service Road

You should really call your brother Someone put up a picture where he can't stand He's holding onto the table Probably throwing darts or playing cards Something that he lost made him so mad Always said it didn't matter With a pile of filthy coins clenched in his hands Asking strangers to forgive him But he never told him what it is He did to them that made him feel so bad Say what you mean and say it now Don't state your name, that doesn't count Who are you? Who are you- Looking for? Thought that he was doing better A notice, final eviction, he just laughed Always had a sense of humor We still joked until the bitter end While all those steps he made can't walk them back In and out of indecision In and out of any options he once had Farewell, so long 'Til the trouble that you made and hate is gone Say what you mean and say it now Don't throw a fit, quit acting out Who are you? Who are you- Waiting for? Just go out into the falling snow Just go towards the light in the skylight Just go past the trucks on the service road Just go until you feel different