Southbound

Lyrics

Invisible physicians, lawyers and magicians An instant of existence at the table in the kitchen A flood-lit floating highway Headlights slicing up a pathway Into the driveway, into the driveway And drop me a line when you finally arrive on the runaway Southbound train-track traveler Add another film roll quick into the camera Grey lake paint-stained body of water To the left of the runaway And drop me a line when you arrive I got lost in Egypt Wandering around the figurines a hieroglyphics Paintings on the ceilings Colorful in contrast to the sandy statuettes I read the book of the dead backwards And then I made my way to someone with a name-tag For directions to a staircase, to a staircase I climbed a flight and realized the century had shifted I was awe-struck, gaping at the walls I floated through the marble halls Like some dis-jointed memory, thrown across the room Like some dis-jointed memory (Thrown across the room) Like some dis-jointed memory (Yes, I'm a little bit wasted) Back when I pumped gas, red shirt, black pants Drinking in the bathroom, heading for a heart-attack Never looking up from the sidewalk High-tops pounding out a beat in the pavement (They went) Yes, I'm a little bit wasted Yes, I'm a little bit wasted Just like a six-string, I sing only when I'm pressured Or when I'm alone with a rhythm and a reason Heading for the season of the winter coat Heartbeat heavy as a suicide note Yes, I'm a little bit wasted Nevermind, I'm fine, walking in a straight line Trying out my voice for the first time Yes, I'm a little bit wasted Grey lake, paint-stained body of water To the left of the runaway And drop me a line when you finally arrive on the runaway