Roadside Memorial - Allah-Las

Not quite of my standing

A side where you can see

Here flowers left to dry

A fair ceremony

Cooped up lockless energy

All a mental jewel

I can’t see us standing there

But can you see me too

Highway Car

Highway Car

Playing poetry with reckless

A secondary tome

The stranger in memorial

Has crossed his path with you

Eyes way past my woman’s glass

It’s all melted white

All the sunsets in the west

Will slowly take us back

Highway Car

Highway Car