Just hoping that our shit is safe
And a feeling I cannot escape
An old man in a fast food crowd
So I go back and forth forever
It was a pop song and it was playin' loud
Until I park it in an Alley
Well I will, I won't, I doubt of them
And I woke to my alarm clock
And I can hear it from the interstate
Well I guess the best that I can do now
I will kick and scream or kneel and bleed
I dream the prostituted child touching
Or I will cower like a dog
All my thoughts they come in pairs
And now my ashtray's overflowin'
Ever will feel like today
Now I'm hunched over a type writer
Well now the ocean speaks and spits
I'm still starin' at a clean white page
And I'm saying nothing in the past or future
Well I dream the dark on the horizon
That's gonna take me back where I belong
And dream about a train
Is pretend that I've done nothing wrong
About all the billion highways
Oh yeah, I dreamt a ship was sinkin'
Oh and morning's at my window
I'm not surprised but I never feel quite prepared
And there's a word I can't remember
I guess you call that painting in a cave
I dream the desert where the dead lay down
And she is sending me to bed again
And I'm screaming at my brother
So I will find my fears and face them
There was people screamin' all around
On a cell phone and he's far away
And the cities at the break of dawn
