Well I’m changing all my strings
I’m gonna write another travelin’ song
about all the billion highways
and the cities at the break of dawn
I guess the best that I can do now
is to pretend that I’ve done nothing wrong
and to dream about a train
that’s gonna take me back where I belong
Well now the ocean speaks and spits
and I can hear it from the interstate
and I’m screamin’ at my brother on a cellphone
he is far away
And I’m saying nothing in the past or future
ever will feel like today
until we’re parking in an alley
just hoping that our shit is safe
So I go back and forth forever
All my thoughts they come in pairs
Oh I will, I won’t, I doubt, I don’t,
I’m not surprised but I never feel quite prepared
Now I’m hunched over a typewriter
I guess you call that paintin’ in a cave
And there’s a word I can’t remember
and a feeling I cannot escape
And now my ashtray’s overflowing
I’m still staring at a clean white page
Oh and morning’s at my window
she is sending me to bed again
Well I dream the dark on the horizon
I dream the desert where the dead lay down
I dream a prostituted child touching an old man in a fast food crown
Oh yeah, I dreamt this ship was sinkin’ there was people screaming all around
And I awoke to my alarm clock it was a pop song it was playin’ loud
So I will find my fears and face them
or I will cower like a dog
I will kick and scream or kneel and plead
I will fight like hell to hide that I am giving up
