Trucker's Chapel

Pounded down through holes in the pavement
Couldn’t live without him but God, I fucking hate him
I'm playing it tough, when all I really want is for you to stay, stay
But more times than not
I'm waking up to you halfway walking out the door to my room
(Halfway walking)

If I’d have known that the glory days were all the ones that already passed
I would have kept you longer from that side of the glass
Holding that jacket in my arms

Praying you stay warm
But you’re already gone
You're already gone

Gone