Another Travelin' Song

　　Well I'm changing all my strings
　　I'm gonna write another travelin' song
　　about all the billion highways
　　and the cities at the break of dawn
　　I guess the best that I can do now
　　is to 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 screamin' at my brother on a cellphone
　　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
　　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 paintin' 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 the dark on the horizon
　　I dream the desert where the dead lay down
　　I dream a prostituted child touching an old man in a fast food crown
　　Oh yeah, I dreamt this ship was sinkin' there was people screaming all around
　　And I awoke to my alarm clock it was a pop song 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 plead
　　I'll fight like hell to hide that I've given up