I was lost
In some time.
I couldn't find my watch
And I maybe thought that it was lost
In some place,
Much like me.

A rusting Dodge from someone
Sat two feet from me running.
It seem to coax me to get in and drive it,
Drive it into the ground,
Listen to an old radio station
Playing old rock songs.
I never told you
That you make me feel so old
And so young at the same time.
Time.
I wonder what time it is
In some place other than here.
On Pluto,
I wonder,
Does time exist?
Does time exist here anyhow?
Guess it doesn't matter.
(I guess time will tell.)

It seems smoky and dull,
The sun casts a haze onto the mountains.
I wonder if it's my vision
And if time has taken it.
In some place are you alive?
Still beating?
Like the Dodge’s engine
Purring, praying, pleading me to take it;
To drive it into the ground
Listening to old classic rock that was driven into the ground as well.
(It all went out with a bang.)
And I think ‘What's the meaning of life without time.’
Without time,
Without the clock ticking,
And tocking,
Without it any sense of classic rock on the radio wouldn't exist.
And the plead of the truck wouldn't exist.
So I sit without time.
The truck, I knew would have a clock.
But I couldn't see it so I was still lost.

And the old ragged redneck came out of the store
And got in his old rusty redneck truck.
And I thought ‘what the hell’.
And I asked for a ride.
"To where?" the redneck coughed out.
And I didn't know.
So I just said "someplace."
And the guy grinned.
And I got in.
Don't ask why-
Cause I don't know.
I got in and the guy started driving to someplace that I knew I would regret.
But what I regretted the most was that the Dodge's clock in the dash was shot out.
Literally a bullet hole sat right where it should say 6:18.
My heart sank.
And I knew I had thought "what the hell" a minute or so ago.
A minute or so ago- I wish I knew exactly how long ago.
And the radio played country.
And I wish the bullet hole was in my brain-
And.
And.
And the truck had begged me
(It said for ME)
To run it into the ground.
Not this redneck hick.
He won't have even reported it I bet.
And I thought hell,
I thought what the hell.
I'm in hell with no time in sight.
No time for me.
No- time no longer existed for me.