Where's that angel with dirty knees who wasn't hard to please when we first met?nShe don't act like she needs me now and she don't even seem to be upset.nMaybe I cover too much ground, I've been from town to town since I grew up.nCould my dreams take up too much space? I'll never find a place that's big enough.nnThe chairs go up on the bar now, and the table lights go black,nSo I order one last double and start calling people back.nnMarc sounds good, he's been working hard. Couldn't punch a card to save his life.nSays he's glad that he quit the road, he says he's getting old, he missed his wife.nLittle Em's been asleep since nine, I'm sure she's doing fine, she always is.nDad won't answer his phone at night, but I guess that's alright, the place is his.nnThe chairs are up on the bar now and they're asking me to leave,nSo I give the girl a bill and start rolling down my sleeves.nnIn my pocket directions back across the railroad tracks to where I crash.nMaybe I should wave down a car, I won't be going far, and I have cash.nThink I blocked just a park away, but I can't really say, it's been all night.nHow I wish you would call me here, but you just disappeared, it wasn't right.nnAnd the streetlights help a little, but they're barely half alivenI don't feel much like walking and I sure as hell can't drive.nnClose your eyes and remember this. It won't be back again, it's almost gone.nEven times that don't seem like much will be your only crutch when you're alone.nTime moves slow when you're seventeen and then it picks up steam at twenty-one.nPretty soon you'll remember when you could remember when you loved someone.