Bright Eyes....I’m gonna write another traveling 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 I’ve done nothing
wrong and dream of a train that’s
going to take me back where I belong
The ocean speaks and spits and
I can hear it from the interstate
I’m screaming at my bother on
my cell phone he’s far away
I’m saying nothing in the past
or future will feel like today
Until we’re parking in the alley
Just hoping that our shit is safe ....