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