Tale Of The Missing Man

last call, this one for the dead man walking
pictures of what used to be
up in his hands often
left without his gun so i doubt if he'll be coming back

last i heard he was somewhere riding through the town
talking to himself on how he wish that he could slow it down
so here's another round for the man who ain't coming back
don't waste away your days
a missing man can't be saved

word is that he afraid of love
word is that he feels nothing
an outlaw in a free fall
wishing they call the search off

theres the seat where he used to be
always hard to reach
always by himself
dangerously anti social
with lies to sell
in his mind oh no no no no
he can't find help

it's a certain type of hell with what's expected of him
and no one ever cares until his missing again
that pain behind his eyes is just a window for inside
you worried that he's dead but i know he already died

dead man walking but the pills keep him talking