Its daybreak then its afternoon
and you're staring at the ceiling
of a motel 6 before Richmond

The radio says "stand by me"
You turn your head aside
to take Roy's softest face in

Yeah he's sleeping, seems alright,
things just haven't been great
you hope he'll wake up better

But you know him.

There's a game Roy used to play,
you remember how he'd do it
when you were younger kids

He'd mispronounce a word again
again until you'd flip
a game he always wins

God, you hope he sleeps ok,
takes all the guts you have
to keep wishing to those ends

His eyes flutter open,
wish he'd slept another hour.

Breakfast isn't normal,
he's on edge and he fidgets,
he's rambling again

You're out the door at half past 4,
pay the late check out fee
and you thank them

As youre walking to the car
he says MAN I CANT DO THIS
then leaves his bags with you

Walks out to the road, and shouts
"God's not gonna stop me!"

And when it comes,