Life has a lane,
we go down the road of shame.
The road gets rough,
life is getting more and more rough.
The car starts to break down,
the fool standing there looks like a clown.
He can't see far down the rocky road,
he doesn't want help to be towed.
He will make it one way,
or is that all he wants to say?
Everything seems so far,
he wants to drown his thoughts in the bar.
The walk there will take a while,
but no one has him on file.
No one knows where he's at,
but all he did was sat.
Waiting for the road to be what he wants,
but all it does is taunts.