The Tester Abyss Looming To Port

There are no ways to call out to those who've
Gone Away, or is there? You pass his house
Down River road & Wild Bill Tester is gone.
His wife would've moved back to Upstate
His child will become a man without him
And there is nothing you could possibly do
About any of it.

But then again, there next to you
On his beautiful new black Bonneville,
Is Dennis. The two of you are racing
And you can't stop giggling in the wind.
Like he said before, smoking under birch trees
You don't have to go down every road in one day,
The two of you have plenty of time.
The rest of your lives.