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.
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 the cell phone, he is far away.
And I’m sayin’ nothing in the past,
Or future ever will feel like today.
Until we’re parkin' in an alley,
Just hopin' 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, I don’t.
I’m not surprised,
But I never feel quite prepared. (Woo!)

Now I’m hunched over a typewriter,
I guess you’d 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 overflowin',
I’m still starin at a clean white page.
Oh and morning’s at my window,
And she is sending me to bed again.
Where I dreamed the dark on the horizon,
I dreamed a desert where the dead lay down.
I dreamed a prostituted child,
Touching an old man in a fast food crown.
Oh yeah, I dreamt a ship was sinkin’,
There was people screamin’ 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’m giving up. Woo!