You walked too slowly for me not to notice
So I picked you up against my better judgment
I think it was the milk carton you were carrying
That changed my mind because I pitied you

At first I thought you were some poor father
Who had to walk miles to buy milk for his family
Not knowing that milk and liquor tasted better to you
You told me to turn right and drive as long as I could
Among other things that burned you into my memory
But you were telling me to go nowhere, into nothing
Too ironic for the situation, poetic nonetheless
As I dropped you off at an imaginary bar
In the middle of a barren cornfield.