Gallon of Dreams by goslinjoe

Here's a song I wrote to remember a very dear friend of mine who died in a car accident earlier this year.

They say: live each day
Just like it might be your last
Don’t put that trip on me
Sometimes your tires are bald
Sometimes you ain’t got tires at all
And sometimes - well, that's just the way it’s gonna be

CHORUS:
The red wing falls down through the trees
I hear the noble-woman scream
She’s been running her whole life
On the same old gallon of gasoline (/dreams)

When you’re running on fumes
And your best ain’t along for the ride
At the close of a long, long day
An old song on the radio
A midnight breeze on a lonely road
That’s enough to take your heart away

We all asked ourselves:
“Where was she going that night?”
Where else should she have been?
Stretched out so pale and fair
Broken glass in her matted hair
And lips so stiff, they’d never sing again