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