Another Travelin' Song

Just hoping that our shit is safe
I guess you call that painting in a cave
Well now the ocean speaks and spits
And I'm saying nothing in the past or future
About all the billion highways
So I go back and forth forever
And I can hear it from the interstate
I will kick and scream or kneel and bleed
And now my ashtray's overflowin'
All my thoughts they come in pairs
And a feeling I cannot escape

Or I will cower like a dog
Oh yeah, I dreamt a ship was sinkin'
I'm not surprised but I never feel quite prepared
Until I park it in an Alley
Is pretend that I've done nothing wrong
And I'm screaming at my brother
An old man in a fast food crowd

And there's a word I can't remember
Now I'm hunched over a type writer
Oh and morning's at my window
And dream about a train

I dream the desert where the dead lay down
And the cities at the break of dawn

Ever will feel like today

On a cell phone and he's far away
Well I will, I won't, I doubt of them
So I will find my fears and face them
I dream the prostituted child touching
It was a pop song and it was playin' loud
That's gonna take me back where I belong
I'm still starin' at a clean white page
Well I dream the dark on the horizon
And she is sending me to bed again
There was people screamin' all around
Well I guess the best that I can do now
And I woke to my alarm clock