Walking down a dirt road, trees of red and silver on either side
Feeling my guts being ripped out again
I walk on, my pockets emptier now than they’ve ever been
Each little pain felt less than the one before
I hide
Inside my illusions
My delusions of satisfaction
Behind my smile
All the while my eyes are dead
Even though my heart still feels
A little bit
But the calluses are getting thick
To the point where
I’m actually relieved when those unsavory women
Walk on
But others leaving me
Can still sadden
The title and last two lines refer to my father's retirement and subsequent move out of state.