a white ghost   making his way up the west coast   trying to focus his high hopes   on a vagina or two   he's taking his chances      meanwhile   back in his living room   bright smiles   are watching his toddler run speed trials   over his grandmothers rug   and nature advances      up the interstate   he's been awake   and pretty drunk for three whole days   no one wants to stop   until they get to where they're going      i'll get to where i'm going   pretty soon      so he takes another drink   cause watching the scenery bleed   into each similar scene   it isn't as sweet   as it had been in his dreams      it's faster   to buy cigarettes and some cold bear   if you don't raddle the cashier   by asking her back to your room      she's calling security      a cars on fire in the parking lot   and nobody wants it to rain   but god isn't listening   so all the windshields glisten      the water and oil mix   causing the fire to spread   to five or six   innocent automobiles   sitting in the nearby spots      oh what a cruel god we've got      so he takes another drink   cause watching the scenery bleed   into each similar scene   it isn't as sweet   as it had been in his dreams