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
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