6/2/2007

it’s about time I went home
and it’s about time I left home
because I can’t be with you anymore
and I can’t see myself on those floors
standing within those rooms
sleeping on those beds and couches
I can’t see me in these houses
this town is too old for me
or I’m too young to be
comfortable here

I’m trying to find an ocean
or looking to climb up a mountain
some cliche so astounding
when I come home
I’ll be brand new
someone they won’t recognize
someone I can use
cause this skin is lax and tired
these muscles are mush and weak
this tongue is dry
these eyes don’t cry
though I hear
I don’t listen all the time

maybe baby I’m dead wrong
and we belong
and I belong
in this town where I’ve grown
born again each week on these streets
finding confinement in this basement
living each evening
like tomorrow I’ll be leaving
and tonight has to last my whole life

is it so wrong
to want it all
and not want it at all?
--
I’ll be driving through the night
passing those state signs
welcoming me
and asking I keep it clean
recycle and keep the world ripe so
everything is perfect
for the next group of tourists
but my eyes are too tired to steer straight
and the cigarettes in the car windows glow
so bright they offset the headlights
see them hit the asphalt
it’s like fireworks are set off
and I swerve to avoid their dispersal
think I’m losing my mind in this car so
I’ll pull up to this rest stop
lay back and drift off
then get back on the road with the sun
--
you’re some kind of landmine
I wouldn’t dare move
an inch closer to you
I’ll tiptoe round your bedroom
and crawl along the walls
I can’t come in contact
cause I’m scared I’ll set you off
maybe I’m mistaken
and it’s safe to lay back down
but I won’t take my chances
I’ll just wait this out