Another Travelin' Song
Well I'm changing all my stringsI'm gonna write another traveling songAbout all the billion highways and the cities at the break of dawnWell I guess the best that I can do now is pretend that I've done nothing wrongAnd dream about a train that's going to take me back where I belong
Well now, the ocean speaks and spits and I can hear it from the interstateI'm screaming at my brother on my cell phone he's far awayI'm saying nothing in the past or future ever will feel like todayUntil we're parking in an alleyJust hoping that our shit is safe
So I go back and forth foreverAll my thoughts they come in pairsOh I will, I won't, I doubt, I don'tI'm not surprised but I never feel quite prepared
Now I'm hunched over a typewriterI guess you call that painting in a caveAnd there's a word I can't rememberAnd a feeling I cannot escapeAnd now my ashtrays overflowingI'm still staring at a clean white pageOh and morning's at my windowShe is sending me to bed again
Well I dream of dark on the horizonI dream a desert where the dead lay downI dream a prostituted child touching an old man in a fast food crownI dreamt a ship was sinkingThere was people screaming all aroundAnd I awoke to my alarm clockIt was a pop song it was playing loud
So I must find my fears and face themOr I'll cower like a dogI'll kick and scream or kneel and pleadI'll fight like hell to hide that I'm giving up