Well I'm changin' all my strings I'm gonna write another travellin' 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 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 and he's far away And I'm saying nothing in the past or future Ever will feel like today Until I park it in an Alley Just hoping that our shit is safe So I go back and forth forever All my thoughts they come in pairs Well I will, I won't, I doubt of them I'm not surprised but I never feel quite prepared Now I'm hunched over a type writer 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 overflowin' I'm still starin' at a clean white page Oh and morning's at my window And 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 the prostituted child touching An old man in a fast food crowd Oh yeah, I dreamt a ship was sinkin' There was people screamin' all around And I woke to my alarm clock It was a pop song and 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 bleed I'll fight like hell to hide that I've given up © SONY/ATV SONGS LLC; BEDROOMS BEDROOMS AND SPIDERS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com