I knew I'd end up alone Driving through the night Going somewhere lost Afraid to be found Like a dime store neon novel Overpriced cheap food is my fate There is a buzz Which is cold then hot Too much love too far lost Too much hope too far not The morning is a shimmering mirage It rises from the asphalt Like every other ghost town I've ever known.
Some days I feel like a motherless R A G E .
The sky was talking to me Afraid to look up I frame the future in cinemascope They don't make those colors anymore They'll forget everything given half a chance There's a man who says there is no time But he's wrong It's a case of cause and effect The future unfolds to be a consequence of right now I keep my eye in the frame I frame the future in cinemascope It's a case of cause and effect I keep my eye in the lane I keep my eye.
The map is a road The road is only a means to an end The end is somewhere out there The end is always Out There.
They tore down the Wilson-Shute last year They put up a sign about what they had done Their lives tore loose they drifted into town Their faces are haunted although they'll swear it's swell Their faces are haunted Their town has gone to hell.
I ain't gonna cross that river no more.
The river is bloated It looks like pasty flesh The moon's a greasy spot upon the sky Crops of corn slope into muddy graves Weeds grow pale And glow in the dark of night.
I ain't gonna cross that river no more.
I do not want to go to the other side I do not want to know the people who live there The trees look like broccoli Their houses are haunted The plants have pot bellies The sun is a rotten pumpkin smelling up the sky.
I will cross that river no more.
They'll swear that it's swell Their eyes are empty And their hearts have gone to hell.
The air is heavy The lights lead somewhere far away And the night is powdered I'm headed into another black coffee dawn.
Nights like this I feel the weight of history Somebody explaining it in my ear up close All those obligations.
That coffee cup with the lipstick stain Is on my mind A dried coffee ring A ring around the moon And neon in a haze.
Tears is nothing When I see a floodplain Stretch out harsh in the moonlight And a river of blood that flows through it.
They tore down the Wilson-Shute last year And built up a new one I will not cross that bridge I know why and I don't know.
Comes a time people don't understand The stones speak a strange language Those dreams and fears and hopes Don't make any sense any more.
Something tired Something weary Something hurt hangs in the air Fearsome Terrible.
They leave the lights on In this town All night For fear of the darkness.
When you're young you learn to love the thing That is despised That is unloved itself and unwanted You may come to dream a dream And see a vision Of a future that will never be What if the dream is too strong And the vision comes at an age that is too young?
What does become of the dream Deferred? Does it shrivel like a raisin in the sun? I know and I don't know.
Each of us lives in a ghost town One way or the other They leave the lights on in this town all night For fear of the darkness.
A radio is playing all night For the fear of the silence The silence of someone's thoughts.
Come on home dontcha know? I was the spy in the heart of our home A double-life of a provocateur Like the doctor who won't provide a cure.
Come home nobody's waiting Come home somebody cares Come home I'm at the freeway Come home nobody's there.
I saw this guy in Green River Utah In a hardware store Paddling his hands in bins of nails Like he was playing at some keyboard Like he was listening to something far away Like he was watching for something intangible.
I know this guy He'd close up shop early Close up shop late Get in his coupe de ville Roll the windows up and drive Air conditioner full blast.
Sorta thing started a long time ago He'd forgotten how to sleep Remembered how to dream Those voices of his brothers in the hills All them bones of worlds gone by Time-blasted and sun wearied.
He'd drive so as not to hear Air conditioner Windows up He'd drive till he could drive no more.
Pulled off the side of the road Pulled behind a roadside sign Crawled in the backseat He'd wait for the dawn.
Dawn would not come Early morning mists would rise Night birds call for it The morning would never come.
I'm at the bridge but the river's enraged I'm a bird but this bird is encaged I'm a free man Just otherwise engaged.
Honey I'm a fool. In my head the morning will not come I wait the daylight It never shows.
The carpenter sun would be rising in the east You'd see him there Paddling his hands in bins of nails Like he was playing at some keyboard.