Well I'm changing all my strings, I'm gonna write another travellin' 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 that I've done nothing wrong
And 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 screaming at my brother on a cell phone and he's far away
And I'm saying nothing in the past or future ever will feel like today
Until I park it in an alley, just hoping that our shit is safe
So I go back and forth forever
All my thoughts they come in pairs
Well I will, I won't, I doubt them
I'm not surprised, but I never feel quite prepared
Now I'm hunched over a type writer, 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 ashtray's overflowing, I'm still staring at a clean white page
Oh and morning's at my window, and 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 the 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 woke to my alarm clock, it was a pop song and it was playing 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 bleed
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