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Standin` on the side of the road with a long shadow and suitcases,
going nowhere, and I don`t care, I`m a grown man.
Hold my own hand, kickin` my own ass for cryin`,
I`m dyin` on the inside, they don`t know who I am.
Filthy, fraught, and haunted by a guilty conscience,
runnin` away, and all because of silly nonsense.
Gone since - God knows when,
and I aint comin` back knowin` that, no one gives a rat`s ass anyway.
I just wanna find a place where I can sit in a rocking chair,
no matter how far, even if it means walking there.
Maybe I`ll get me a dog for some company,
it`s better than tryin` to figure out somebody.
Give me a good book, a radio, and a sewing machine,
a place in the woods by the ocean and no inbetween.
I gotta get rid of these dark circles and headaches,
Maybe if I meditate, rather than medicate.
I can no longer hesitate, I get so frantic,
but what if my wishes are overly romantic.
Though, the suns too low in the sky for second guesses I reken
and I`m used to taking chances.
Breakin` a few branches, and gettin` lucky now and then,
findin` some trouble, was just a matter of how and when.
And now I take notes, and make boats from Burch bark
but stress still shows in my face like a birthmark.
As soon as I get where I`m going I`m going to wash my hands thoroughly
and start getting out of bed earlier.
it`s curious the way I`ve tried vicariously,
to fly so low to the ground and so carelessly.
How embarassing, I can`t wait to call it quits,
knowing that more and more tiring is all it gets.
I`ve applied various and unique strategies,
Read a few Greek tragedies and fasted for two weeks.
Been rollin` around
in the hole in the ground
no surprise both my eyes
are swollen shut, I`m stranded with no supplies.