Awake at the Wheel

Eleven in the air, seven on the lawn
Three face down, just two breaths gone
Didn't hear the shots, couldn't see the cops
Just the turning of the locks
Candles spit the rain
Carnations mark the down
Funeral I only read about
Had my own wake to start
Suicides by cigarettes and makers' mark
Five were in the van
Three thrown to the snow
Paper said I saw the rope
The dried blood, spinach red on my shoe
Now brown, like any other filth or residue
A mother tried to call
With tears she dropped the phone
Doesn't matter, Jordy said I wasn't home
Had my own eulogy with a pen
Three states away awake at the wheel again
Fumes, fake pine, and parathion
Barbecue, greens, and hash
Lucky for the weeds, they don't breathe oxygen
And they don't seem to mind the trash
What about the plan?
What about the show?
What about the van, St. Christopher in tow?
What about the cross on the side of the road?
Does it signify somebody I used to know?
Fumes, fake pine, and parathion
Barbecue, greens, and hash
Lucky for the weeds, they don't breathe oxygen
And they don't seem to mind the trash
But what about the plan?
What about the show?
What about the van, St. Christopher in tow?
What about the cross on the side of the road?
Does it signify somebody I used to know?
Rust against the road
Sparks, and everything
Tied it up with duck tape and bass string
Probably going to have to replace it
Look at all the time we wasted
Lighten up the load
Forget about last night
After all, I gotta get on with my damn ply
But no matter how we plan and pack up tight
Something's gonna spill out on the highway tonight