Almost

Lyrics

Almost

Tongue tied wasting all my breath inside just in time for the offer to expire. A wildfire burning up in my lungs. Shear winds waking up the neighborhood. Smashed glass and splintered wood. Worked my tired fingers to the bone and what for? Just another night on my own. In Union square passed out in the gutter there, I try to find a single reason why I'll stay one more night. How will you know, how will you know when you get there? Almost. How will you know? How will you know? Reveling in the sickness blissfully, not really ready to begin healing. I'm saving things I find along the way and I'm raving mad I can't seem to catch a break. Or find another path to take.

What They’ll Find

Sunrise, peeled eyes on the lam, scraping by. In the glove compartment a Colt .45, trashy magazines ‘cuz it’s lonely where I’ve been, pack of cards and some sunflower seeds. Take it one day at a time ‘cuz it’s been a long ride. Gotta stay hid cause they know what I did and I know what they’ll find. Living off the land, shooting holes in the cans. I’m being followed so I’m moving camp tonight. A government plane overhead, everyday is poisoning the air supply. They’re coming for your thoughts so it’s best not to talk. I’m telling you this but I better stay quiet. In the corn labyrinth I cover up the scent. Gotta stay sharp, gotta stay dark, gotta stay outta sight. With a long tangled beard, dark glasses, greasy hair. I’ve changed so much I won’t be recognized. My license says an old address. Gotta stay clean, gotta stay mean, gotta stay wise.

Washed Away

You can tell I’m not from around these parts, got a radiator temper and a weathervane heart. I walk alone while the seashell drones. Just some driftwood that you found, better leave me lying around. I scorched the sand with chainsaw hands, I was walking on the pier. Dressed in black, rolled up my pants, had my fingers in my ears. Couldn’t drown out my tears. I pressed my lips to the bottled ship, read my horoscope from space. Went around the world on a Ferris wheel, built a castle in the clay that the tide washed away. Washed away, washed away, washed away. You can tell I’m not from around these parts, hitchhiking along the cliffs at dark. There’s a lion loose with the bones all strewn. Just some driftwood that you found. Better leave me lying around.