Well I’m changing all my strings / I’m gonna write another travelin’ song / About all the billion highways / And the cities at the break of dawn / I guess the best that I can do now / Is to pretend that I’ve done nothing wrong / And to dream about a train / [...]

Sometimes I think that the sky is a prison and the earth is a grave / And sometimes I feel like Jesus, in some Chinese opera / And sometimes I’m glad I built my mansion from crazy little stones / But sometimes I feel so goddamned trapped by everything that I know / And I [...]

I like to go out walking in the ghost-town of my brain / Kick the rusted scrap-iron of my memories and dreams / Yeah, here’s a busted compass … look, the needle’s standing still / Much as some folks hate to lose their way, me, I pray to God that I will (Jim White)