Another Travelin' Song

Well I'm changing all my strings
 I'm gonna write another travelin' song
 About all the billion highways
 And the cities at the break of dawn
 I guess the best that I can do now
 Is to pretend that I've done nothing wrong
 And to 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
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 And I'm screamin' at my brother on a cellphone
 He is far away
 And I'm saying nothing in the past or future
 Ever will feel like today
 Until we're parking in an alley
 Just hoping 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 doubt, I don't,
 I'm not surprised but I never feel quite prepared
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 Now I'm hunched over a typewriter
 I guess you 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
 She is sending me to bed again
 Well I dream the dark on the horizon
 I dream the desert where the dead lay down
 I dream a prostituted child touching an old man in a fast food crown
 Oh yeah, I dreamt this ship was sinkin' 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
 Or I will cower like a dog
 I will kick and scream or kneel and plead
 I will fight like hell to hide that I am giving up