A little blood and vomit on the car seat   And a tooth is sitting in my lap   Brother if you're hungry but wounded   Then it's time to stop and check the map      Pilgrim   Where's your head at?   Are you paying the birds to sing?   Well it won't work   On the true path   Where the wretched are growing wings      If the ancient wisdom came in bottles   I would tell my terror where to go   But I don't know who would do the dishes   'cause I'd be lying wasted in the road      Pilgrim    Where's your head at?   Are you paying the birds to sing?   Meet me   On the true path   I'll be dizzy from growing wings      My tears   My tears   My kicking up the love dirt   I fear   It's the only way      Pilgrim   Whatcha lookin' at me for?   My disaster has come and gone   It left me   By the roadside   With my shadow   And one more song...