well Im changing all my strings
Im gonna write another travellin 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
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 island,
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 can not escape
And now my ashtrays overflowin
Im still starin at a clean white page
And mornings at my window
and she is sending me to bed again
Well I dreamed the dark on the horizon,
I dreamed a desert where the dead layed 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
