if you get lost would i find you here?
if i mapped the course maybe you could steer?
if the tires blew flat would you hitch without me?
i could fix 'em if you didn't doubt me.
if the battery dies what would you do?
i could push start it
but not without you.
if the brakes don't work how fast ya go?
gun through yellow?
or e-brake to slow?
fingers crossed
just barely made it
laugh at death as we evade it
your chariot awaits my dear
if you get lost would i find you here?

i was there with the locked up free
they stared straight through the bars at me
the gate was open
no one had to stay
they spoke of church in exchange for food
lights out with 50 smelly-*** bad moods
i saw it superseded rude
so, i walked down and ate the trash
i had no church
no shame
no cash
the garlic bread was free
the sweet rolls weren't for me
so, i walked back down to the dead-soul church
to find a name i could besmirch
with lust, debauch, an empty purse
she told me she had her own room and bath
we tried to pull one on the *****
said that we were legal hitched
she asked for proof and I.D.
we didn't have a thing
that ended our sad little fling
goody gumdrops ain't gonna get my ring
grab my gear as i walk i sing
i know the words to everything
if i happen to forget
i'll make up better ones you'll bet
raised my sign and i raised my thumb
hoped a car was gonna come
sat there in the Yakima heat
sign propped up next to my feet
a nice redneck stopped and said
"have a seat"
he was welfare office bound
i was just a broke road-hound
waited for him in the shade
told him jokes for smokes
he made a good trade
got dropped off at an angry sunning truck-stop
flew my sign
one eye out for cops
a white guy in a small red car
pulled up and said
"i'll go that far"
soon we broke down on the road
i was sure my luck would soon implode
instead we put our heads on think
we woulda fixed the kitchen sink
but waters last to beer when i drink
we got some bolts and ******* 'em on
before we knew it we were gone
he got a smile
i got this song
then we hit Seattle like a ****
nothins' right if ya don't know wrong
NOTHINS' RIGHT IF YA DON'T KNOW WRONG

She picked me up
A little surprised
Ya know...I could write a book about your eyes
I'd rather whisper poems
Between your thighs

I hold my love in summer morning heat
She breathes placidly alive
Purple hum of death
Glazed and empty eyes

I knew her electric nights
We could have conquered the world
All I wanted was to be inside her

Now she's hollow
I feel too empty to
**** a CORPSE

It's New Years Eve
I'm stuck in jail
Ain't poplin bottles
Ain't got no bail

Got a whole lotta wishes
That may not come true
Got a whole lotta dreams
One's about you

The club may be jumping
But i'm locking down
I'm hitting my rack as you hitting the town

C.O. doin count as
As you count the year in
Still my sentence ain't done
As the new year begins

I wish I was out
Getting loud
Stupid dumb
Not reading paper back books
Waitin for chow to come

Christmas has passed
Thanksgiving too
Halloween behind bars
Wearin jailhouse blues

So push them tables together
For that top-ramen feast
Ya know it ain't perfect
I'm with my homies at least

As you chase the moon down
On this ******-up night
Raise your glasses to me
Party till the daylight

Hold your head high
Right now's all you got
Blow a kiss to forever
Close the bars
Don't get caught

I was flirting with the moon last night
Illuminated blackness in the star-drop light
Immaculate drifts of rainstorm skies
All fragments of perception
Unite within your eyes

found myself on a greyhound bus
travelin far from all that muss
them lonely hearts
them angry cops
them vacant eyes
them burned out shops
that dark cold city sure ain't pretty
too many jail cells
too many private hells
too many bloodshot mornings
too many deaf eared warnings
not enough to keep me here
not enough of that free beer
never enough  dope to shoot
not enough  in pirate loot
not enough warm pillow dreams
no thread left to sew my seams
not enough to keep believing
not enough...
i think i'm leaving

just too manny worn out souls
count my toes to count the holes
run down
on empty
gotta get my fill
lookin for another pint to spill
sippin on some stolen *****
i got nothin left to lose
sleepin under concrete bridges
shivering and cold as fridges
chipped teeth and blood stains on my shirt
Aww hell i'm fine
it didn't hurt

spare change for whiskey
root beer chase
and hopes to get between her lace
first kisses and them pretty lies
crumble into last goodbyes
the laughter fades
the raindrops burn
on open road the wheels turn
i got two thumbs
i'll level one
and i'll ride off into the sun...