I take my hat off and bow my head to every mile marker that is your 81, I know you're trying to follow my journey but kitten I'm going down south, East of misery and a little bit West of the cemetery, your ice cold heart just doesn't belong, the sun is my Shepard but baby you're just a sheep, I'll love you always just not in this mid Florida heat, complete opposites in the light of the path, you chose too early, and now your set in a casket, go haunt route 66 where I might visit in a few years, I'm just a wandering soul, trying to run, you're not making it easy on me, I miss my lost son