of Twin Rocks  Oregon
 he was sittin on his bedroll
 lookin just like Richard Brautigan
 I thought he was an old man
 he wasn't but 37
 he said he'd been ridin trains
 for 15 years
 drawin portraits
 to keep his belly full of beer
but it looked to me like he'd died
 and missed the plane to heaven
 but he was a nice ol' guy
 for a younger man
 he had a bottle of mad dog
 he held in his hand
 that he waved around a lot
 to make his point
 and I listened as he told his tales
 of wine and women and county jails
 and we finished off that bottle
 and smoked a half a joint
 he said "I came here to watch the sun
 disappear into the ocean
 'cause it's been years
 since I smelled this salty sea"
 he turned his bottle up and down
  I saw him lost
 and I saw him found
 he said "I don't know
 what i've been lookin for, maybe me..."
 Well, I told him I too had been
 travelin around livin out of my van
 from town to town playin for tips
 and whatever records I could move
 I said "I don't reckon i'll be
 makin it big,
 you know it's hard to get rich
 off a tout of coffee house gigs"
 and he said "yeah, but ain't it a blessin
 to do what you wanna do..."
 and I told him "yeah, I pulled off here
 to watch the sun disappear into the ocean
 'cause it's been years
 since I smelled this salty sea"
 and he turned his bottle up and down
 he saw me lost and he saw me found
 and I said
 "I don't know what I've been looking for, maybe me"
 I said "it's getting kind of late
 better be heading down the interstate
 can I give you a lift
 to san francisco bay?"
 he said "nope, I think I'm just
 going to sit here and rest
 and maybe wait on the
 tokyo-montana express
 I might just lay here
 and dream my life away
 i'm going to sit right here,
 i'm going to watch the sun
 disappear into the ocean
 'cause it's been years, it's been years
 i'm gonna turn my bottle up and down
 you can see me lost
 and you can see me found"
 I met him on the cliffs
 of twin rocks, oregon
 he was sitting on his bedroll
 looking just like richard brautigan
 just like him