SHOES AND HAT

He forgot my favorite hat at home
She forgot to tie my shoes
Yeah, I know how worn they both got
Just a couple of rags wrung dry
He grips the wheel while snapping at the dial
She wrings her wrinkled hands and looks outside
The silent sun is high

I might be sitting in the back but man, I’m gone

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