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 a 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 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 die 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 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 dreamed a 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 crowd,
Oh yeah I dreamt a 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,
I will cower like a dog,
I will kick and scream,
I will kneel and glean,

I'll fight like hell, to hide that I'm giving up