I've been back now for a day or two, at best    and i'm punishing myself for taking the rest    i've been in slumber and in splendor in my house    with beer and whiskey, my new son and spouse       well, they've welcomed me with open arms and handshakes    at family get-togethers and at bars    i've a massive gift collection in my pantry    bottles of wine, dead drying roses and cheap cigars.       Now i'm back to every day    to the songs i have to play    to the roads along the way    all the people in the fray    no more family or home    'cause my home is not my own    got to get up and away    to another day and place.       I'm a speck in the collective minds of millions    nothing but a pawn in my own twisted game    i've a good mind to fuck off and finally leave it    get an office job and settle with the dust and stains       but she gives me reason to go and give it to them    shovel the shit from drunken ramblings and perversions    if i'm not laughed out of the ring then i've succeeded    in bringing to some poor sap my new distractions.       Now i'm feeling tame    taut, detached and lame    like a tired old cliche    give me all the blame    no more smiles or frowns    just leave me blackened out    amid familiar shouts    i'll take the same old route.      Misdirection leads me to it blindly    maps and border crossings greet me kindly    my bones are splinters used for extra kindling    for the gods that hover up and around me, laughing.