Riding in the limo that day
we questioned why it ended that way
He was the next rising star
in a box in the next car
Lost touch over the years
occasionally we’d grab a beer
Always claimed all was fine
just found out he spent his last dime
In the needle is where it went
every nickle every cent
Back against the wall with no way to escape
could a phone call changed the landscape
Put yourself in the backseat
imagine your loved one six feet deep

Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow
learn from others sorrows