The story
He keeps circling the same order he cannot undo.
Under the neon glow, he sits in the truck with cold fries and a paper sack, staring at the drive-thru window like it can hand back the words he already said. The road out of town is still there, but so is the empty seat beside him, and the grease on his fingers feels like proof of every wrong turn.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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