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 crowd 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 upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
