Testo Service Road

You should really call your brother
Someone put up a picture where he can't stand
Was holding onto the table
Probably throwing darts or playing cards
Something that he lost made him so mad
Always said it didn’t matter
With a pile of filthy coins clenched in his hands
Asking strangers to forgive him But he never told him what it is
He did to them that made him feel so bad

Say what you mean and say it now
Don't state your name, that doesn't count

Who are you?
Who are you-

Looking for?

Thought that he was doing better
A notice, final eviction, he just laughed
Always had a sense of humor
We still joked until the bitter end While all those steps he made can’t walk them back

In and out of indecision
In and out of any options he once had
Farewell, so long
'Til the trouble that you made and hate is gone

Say what you mean and say it now
Don't throw a fit, quit acting out

Who are you?
Who are you-

Waiting for?

Just go out into the falling snow
Just go toward the light in the skylight
Just go past the trucks on the service road
Just go until you feel different