Peace in the Falling Sky

Just myself on this long highway ride

Stole my daddy's old muscle car

I knew he'd be pissed when he realized he was stranded at the bar

But he should have thought of that before cheating on his of twenty five years bride

I'm the same years of old and carbon copy of the man if story be told

But fairly good at pretending to have a heart of gold

So I stole his most prized possession in attempt to teach him a lesson

Don't mess with my momma or I'll call class to 'cession

It was almost dawn

Surely by now he should be having a cow

I imagined him wandering around bitching about the boozy women he was missing

To the bar tender who to tell him to "fuck off" all night he'd been itchin

Calmly I leaned back in the seat with a cocky smirk reveling in his unexpected defeat

And triumphantly puffed one of his cancer sticks hung casually from my lips

While I cruised down the open highway and cool morning drops began to drip from the tap in the sky

As if to mourn for this guy

Someone might

But not I