david

my friend david was a good kid, he had my back, always knew he did, he was different than most, and maybe i was too, hanging out with the in-crowd just wasn't our thing, there was a whole lot more than we could see on these plains, well, some people just seem to get stuck, and hang around, it's college or trade school for those with the means, there's never been any small town dreams, for those in between, yeah the poor folks they go to work, or they go to war, i did fifteen hundreds days in the corps, and i got back, nothing looked the same anymore, i got on with the local police, it just seemed to fit, things have changed, by then david had a daughter and a son, and a rap sheet to prove all the time that he'd done, he was just a burned out beat down shell of my old friend, and on a three day binge he was speeding through town, and i bumped the wailers just to try and slow him down, he didn't know that it was me, and he took off, oh how things change, and i found his truck in the floodplain upside down, it was a hell of a rain i didn't know if he'd drowned, or if he died on impact, it must have rolled three times, yeah, the only thing to make matters worse, is that his mama's a late night er nurse, and he was doa, she just about lost her mind, david's wife drops by every once in a while, and childhood stories always make her smile, but somehow we always go back to that day, and i found his truck in the floodplain upside down, it was a hell of a rain, i don't know if he'd drowned, or if he died on impact, it must have rolled three times, yeah, the only thing to make matters worse, is that his mama's a late night er nurse, and he was doa, she just about lost her mind, and ain't it the times?