Well I´m changin´ 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
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 and he´s far away
And I´m saying nothing in the past or future
Ever will feel like today
Until I park it 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 of them
I´m not surprised but I never feel quite prepared
Now I´m hunched over a type writer
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 overflowin´
I´m still starin´ at a clean white page
Oh and morning´s at my window
And she is sending me to bed again
Well I dream the dark on the horizon
I dream the desert where the dead lay down
I dream the prostituted child touching
An old man in a fast food crowd
Oh yeah, I dreamt a ship was sinkin´
There was people screamin´ all around
And I woke to my alarm clock
It was a pop song and 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 bleed
I´ll fight like hell to hide that I´ve given up