Maybe I just don't know or maybe I just don't got nothing new to say and I know its not my place to worry about people I don't really know and maybe I'll take a train to Tennessee and take a shot of whiskey and mend something thats been broken just so I can watch it fly away and maybe I'll go somewhere north and lay down in the snow and talk to the devil about cold weather and dead souls and maybe he'll send me to Nebraska to fetch a golden truth for a pound of lies and a bridge to London that won't fall down if I walk across it and maybe I'll get tired halfway across and find a talking shark that promises not to bite if I jump into the ocean and have a little swim and maybe I'll dream of drowning as my bones get stuck between its teeth and somewhere in that dream I'll find you waiting and sitting on the branch of a tree at the bottom of the sea and it might not look like much but I'll believe you when you say I finally found a house to call a home if all I do is stay...