In to the wiry sun he drove
he could almost see, he's love gone
gone far away, where it could be found by none.
so had gone his friends, there wasn't left even one.
but yet he drove on and on
in to the wiry sun.
Bottle of jack by his side
his gaze was wide yet oh so cold.
His hand of cards yelled Fold
yet he continued to bid oh so bold
the only words in his mind, were the last she had told
outside was warm but the inside still was cold.
The sun was lost to the night
At last he felt warm and light
the only glow was from a cigarette light
this man is lost think you might
yet, he has many more fights to fight.
A still warm piece on the passenger seat
yet he felt defeat
as you listen a slowing heartbeat
there is no retreat
death is the last fleet.
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