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 […]

It’s no wonder how we got here in many ways I wrote this script / By loading all our treasures into the belly of a sinking ship / I tried to hold you but my hands were cold / I meant to catch you but I moved to slow / I hate to leave you […]