Lyrics

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