well i'm changing all my strings
i'm gonna write another traveling song
about all the billion highways
and the cities at the break of dawn
well i guess the best i can do now
is pretend that i've done nothing wrong
and dream about a train
that's gonna take me back where i belong
and now the ocean spits and speaks
and i can hear it from the interstate
and i'm screaming at my brother
on a cell phone, he is far away
and i'm saying nothing in the past or futurue
ever will feel like today
until i'm parked in an alley
just hoping that our shit is safe

so i go back and forth forever
oh my thoughts they come in pairs
well i will, i won't, i doubt i've done
i'm not surprised
but i never feel quite prepared

now i'm hunched over a typewriter
i guess you call that painting in the cave
and there's a word i can't remember
and i'm feeling i cannot escape
and now my ashtray's overflowing
i'm still starting at a clean white page
oh and morning's at my window
and she's sending me to bed again
where i dream of dark on the horizon
i dream of desert where the dead lay down
i dreamed a prostituted child
touching an old man in a fast food crowd
oh yeah i dreamt a ship was sinking
there was people screaming all around
and i awoke to my alarm clock
it was a pop song, it was playing loud

so i will find my fears and face them
or i will coward like a dog
i will kick and scream or kneel and bleed
i fight like hell to hide that i'm giving up