Burying the Dog

Solid in my hands But I can hardly see it So, you understand The meaning of solitude Yawning river bend Clear enough to see through Does it matter then Whatever I’m talking to? Eyes up on the road, twenty miles to nothing I don’t need a reason or a suitcase Burying the dog, if you had seen it coming Would we even be here in the first place? Staring at the blank wall Like you can see the room behind it But the less you try The more you seem to find it Trying to say something But you cannot remember it Like lighting off An empty bottle rocket Hmm, hmm