Well I've been working on becoming what I am   In this bus terminal bathroom   And these days I dream like I live   Off trash and scammed greyhound passes   Why don't I take a shower ya wonder   I guess what I can't smell   I just can't remember   So I'm doing my best to smell just like this basement forever   Forever-er-er-er-er-er   Well isn't hitchhiking dead they all ask   Not as long as I'm still broke and breathing   And if they don't cut this thumb off my dead fist   Then they can't even stop me by burying me   There ain't nothing like singing your heart out to nobody   As you fall asleep by the side of the road   You know I've never felt quite as free or quite as alone   Or quite as alone