Another Travelin' Song - Bright Eyes

Well I’m changing all my strings

I’m gonna write another traveling 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’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

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 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

Now I’m hunched over a typewriter

I guess you call that painting 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 of dark on the horizon

I dream a desert where the dead lay down

I dream a prostituted child touching an old man in a fast food crowd

Oh yeah, I dreamt a ship was sinking

There was people screaming all around

And I awoke to my alarm clock

It was a pop song, it was playing 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’ll fight like hell to hide that I’ve given up