Another Travelin' Song

Well I'm changin all my strings
I'm gonna write another travelin' 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 done nothing wrong
And a 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
He is far away

I'm saying nothing in the past or future
Ever will feel like today
Until we're parking in an alley
Just hopin' that our shit is safe

So I go back and forth forever
All my thoughts they come in pairs
Oh, I will, I won't, I do, I don't
I'm not surprised
But I never feel quite prepared

Now I'm hunched over a typewriter
I guess you'd call that paintin' in a cave
And there's a word I can't remember
And a feeling I cannot escape

And now my ashtray's overflowing
I'm still staring at a clean white page
Oh, and morning's at my window
And she is sending me to bed again

Well, I dreamed a dark on the horizon
I dreamed a desert where the dead lay down
I dreamed a prostituted child
Touching an old man in a fast food crowd

I dreamed a ship was sinking
There was people screaming all around
And I awoke to my alarm clock
It was a pop song, it was playin' loud

So I will find my fears and face them
I will cower like a dog
I will kick and scream
I will kneel and plead
I'll fight like hell, to hide that I'm givin' up