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 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 island, 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 can not escape And now my ashtray’s overflowin I’m still starin at a clean white page And morning’s at my window and she is sending me to bed again Well I dreamed the dark on the horizon, I dreamed a desert where the dead layed 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