Shoulda brought a razor. Shoulda packed a tent.
Woke up in a blazer, in setting cement.
I was clawing for light. I was gasping for air.
For a moment, I thought I might just die right there.
I remembered in my collar I’d placed a paperclip.
I could pick these handcuffs and give these guys the slip.
Over the mountain, I could sneak away
and live to fight another day.
-CHORUS
Have guitar, will travel.
Got a car filled with gasoline.
We could go far or fire
and all points in between.
Somebody thanked me. Somebody spanked me.
I looked down and I was standing on some crybabies blanky.
I’d been walking through woods. I’d been mining for coal.
Sort of like my shoes with the dirt on their sole.
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In between the raindrops. Between death and birth.
In between the lines between the moon and middle earth.
With my head in the clouds, I was dragging my feet
I knew I couldn’t stay, but I didn’t wanna leave.