Another Travelling Song

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 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 Well I will I won’t I doubt I don’t I’m not surprised But I never feel quite prepared (Mute Strings) () Now I’m hunched over a typewriter () I guess you’d call that painting in a cave () And there’s a word I can’t remember () And a feeling I can not escape () And now my ashtray’s overflowing () I’m still staring at a clean white page And morning’s at my window And she is sending me to bed again Well I dreamed of dark on the horizon, I dreamed a desert where the dead laid down I dreamed a prostituted child Touching an old man in a fast food crowd Oh Yeah I dreamt a ship was sinking, There was people screaming all around And I awoke to my alarm clock, It was a pop song, it was playing 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’ll fight like hell to hide that I’ve given up