It was like watching a funeral procession, sort of...
the incline bed transporter had backed up to the garage,
hooked on and pulled his car out and up,
then I watched as it turned and went down the road...
I only watched for a little bit,
then I pulled my eyes away
because it hurt to see it going.

It was the last vestige of an old friend,
and all I have left to remember him driving it
is the ignition key on his old keyring.
I didn't think it would be that big a deal,
didn't know that it would bother me at all...
but it did. It did.

When they gave me the check for the metal weight,
I felt like a Judas.
They said they put a car out in the lot for three months,
then they put it in the crusher.
I might go visit it one time before that happens -
sort of like you'd go visit a gravestone, you know?

I didn't know that it would bother me at all...
but it did. It really did.

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