Testo Another travelin' song Bright Eyes

Another travelin' song

Well I'm changing 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 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 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 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 sinking, there was people screaming all around
And I woke to my alarm clock, it was a pop song and it was playing 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