Well I´m changing all my strings
I´m gonna write another traveling 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 to 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 a cell phone he´s far away
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 doubt 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
She is sending me to bed again

Well I dream of dark on the horizon
I dream a desert where the dead lay down
I dream 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