Southbound

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