I'm forgotten, forsaken, unneeded, left behind,
The spare tire in the back bed of a four-wheel drive,
The hand not on the rail as you climb up the stars,
The fifth card you hold in a hand of two pair.
If you bowl a nine, I'm the loan pin left standing.
I'm the airplane's wheels in a water landing,
The one strand of gray in a young woman's hair.
Guess I'll leave, and preempt you. Might be needed somewhere.
The spare tire in the back bed of a four-wheel drive,
The hand not on the rail as you climb up the stars,
The fifth card you hold in a hand of two pair.
If you bowl a nine, I'm the loan pin left standing.
I'm the airplane's wheels in a water landing,
The one strand of gray in a young woman's hair.
Guess I'll leave, and preempt you. Might be needed somewhere.
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