vagabond bag-a-bones

Last night I heard you died
With a needle in your hide
Never did quite get it right, did ya kid?

And your mom she had that car
Parked out in the barn
Covered in a tarp
Slowly rusting

And we talked a lot of times
About getting out alive
and then one night
you took it to the wire
and you didn't

Now you're just a bag of bones
Just a ghost without a home
Another one who died alone
Looking for an answer

And if I had been there
to pull that plunger clear
whisper life back into the air
Set you to breathing

last night I heard you died
With a needle in your hide
Never did quite get it right
did ya kid?