Rode our old motorbikes through Rancho Santa Fe Past the Heaven's Gate Mansion Just the footprint where it laid Before they tore it down, to the ground He handed me three hundred and a pack of empty Marlboro Told me to think of you Said I'll see how it goes, but I never did 'Cause everybody knows you I want a second chance to talk I want a second chance for you Maybe you'd find Jesus Or a twelve-step way through But there's no goodbye calls with fentanyl Fentanyl, fentanyl Laughed at you in the parking the night you told me Drove all the way Baltimore without stopping to sleep To watch the sun come up on the other side Wide eyed at the Atlantic tide Maybe there's still something in there That I just can't find To match how I feel about you leaving us behind Beside the way I think you hurt too bad for too long Yeah, I know you suffered too much, for too long I want a second chance to talk I want a second chance for you Maybe you'd find Jesus Or a twelve-step way through I want a second chance to talk I want a second chance for you Help you find some help When I just never helped you But there's no goodbye calls with fentanyl Fentanyl, fentanyl Fentanyl