a white ghost

making his way up the west coast

trying to focus his high hopes

on a vagina or two

he's taking his chances



meanwhile

back in his living room

bright smiles

are watching his toddler run speed trials

over his grandmothers rug

and nature advances



up the interstate

he's been awake

and pretty drunk for three whole days

no one wants to stop

until they get to where they're going



i'll get to where i'm going

pretty soon



so he takes another drink

cause watching the scenery bleed

into each similar scene

it isn't as sweet

as it had been in his dreams



it's faster

to buy cigarettes and some cold bear

if you don't raddle the cashier

by asking her back to your room



she's calling security



a cars on fire in the parking lot

and nobody wants it to rain

but god isn't listening

so all the windshields glisten



the water and oil mix

causing the fire to spread

to five or six

innocent automobiles

sitting in the nearby spots



oh what a cruel god we've got



so he takes another drink

cause watching the scenery bleed

into each similar scene

it isn't as sweet

as it had been in his dreams