Dark fog A lonely rag wrapped up around the house My car is parked and running Beer rolling down my mouth Then I see him He should be sleeping Not staring at his old man on the stoop Snap my fingers Make him scatter back to bed Crack another can And lace my boots Think to myself Kid, if you were me Then you would too Wind along down Highway 1 Blind in the ghosted dawn Blending the lines Barreling through the fog Red trees are calling for my car What am I doing? Little white crosses line the road Right before I pass out I see you sleeping In your room Rub my eyes Walk for miles Back to you