I carry freight
interstate
eight
hauling gear.

I fear
noting
nothingness hoarded
the nights on my road.

Carrying a load out in
Fresno,
ok
all of this works if you know
Fresno
and I've seen things here
things that made me fear.

I've seen nothingness in the eyes of a lady, the queen of the maybe and maybe that should have been it, but **** happens and we have to deal with it.

There is
more to the ramblings of gamblers or ex drinkers who foam at the mouth for a beer,
and I've been here
sold my soul for a handful of quaaludes
in a back room with some dudes
I can't even remember.

But I remember the fear when the nothingness lit on my shoulder and you carry yourself even though you get older and the road out to Fresno is the same as the last road which was 4,000 years long,

So it seemed

And Lucy who never knew diamonds at all
only the rough hands of bad men in the crack dens of Harlem

until nothingness steamed in and screamed like a Stuka and you think to yourself
Jeez I am one crazy ******,
but you're still on the right side of
Interstate eight,
carrying fear like you carry the freight
hoping that no one will see you .