Well Im changing all my strings;
Im gonna write another travelin' song.
About all the billion highways,
And the cities at the break of dawn.
Well, I guess the best that I can do now,
Is pretend that Ive done nothing wrong,
And dream about a train thats gonna,
Take me back where I belong.
Well now the ocean speaks and spits,
And I can hear it from the interstate.
And Im screaming at my brother,
On the cell phone, he is far away.
And Im sayin nothing in the past,
Or future ever will feel like today.
Until were parkin' in an alley,
Just hopin' that our shit is safe.
So I go back and forth forever.
All my thoughts, they come in pairs.
Well I will, I wont, I doubt, I dont.
Im not surprised,
But I never feel quite prepared. (Woo!)
Now Im hunched over a typewriter,
I guess youd call that paintin in a cave.
And theres a word I cant remember,
And a feeling I cannot escape.
And now my ashtrays overflowin',
Im still starin at a clean white page.
Oh and mornings at my window,
And she is sending me to bed again.
Where I dreamed the dark on the horizon,
I dreamed a desert where the dead lay down.
I dreamed a prostituted child,
Touching an old man in a fast food crown.
Oh yeah, I dreamt a ship was sinkin,
There was people screamin 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 Im giving up. Woo!