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 that I can do now is pretend I've done nothing wrong
And dream of a train that's going to take me back where I belong

The ocean speaks and spits and I can hear it from the interstate
And I'm screaming at my bother on my cell phone he's far away
I'm saying nothing in the past or future ever will feel like today
Until we're parking in the 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 write home my darling again
I'm not surprised but I never feel quite prepared
WOO!

Now I'm hunched over a typewriter
I guess you call that painting in a cave
And there's a word I can't remember
And a feeling I cannot escape
And now my ashtrays overflowing
I'm still starting at a clean white page
Oh and mornings at my window
She is sending me to bed again

Well I dream of dark on the horizon
I dream of desert where the dead lay down
I dream a prostitute, a child touching an old man in a fast food crowd
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 must find my fears and face them
Or I'll cower like a dog
I'll kick and scream or kneel and pleed
I'll fight like hell to hide that I'm giving up