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 --- Another Travelin' Song - Bright Eyes