Used to ride the highway. I used to know where I was going. Now this shady dirt road is feelin' cool beneath my feet. Used to ride on. To get to where I was going in a day.
I really wanna move like I'd like to. Sometimes I remember myself. I really wanna feel like I'm supposed to. Sometimes I remember how to feel. . How did I find myself just this way.
The screen door to the farmer's porch. To the back porch, to the backlands. It's never left closed. . A new air pushed a full wind. That brought worlds on through.
Take your sleep. You will dream anything. You know you will. Because you've lived. So many dreams before. Take your sleep. . Take your dream. You'll see anything there.
I've got no hard lipped woman. Nagging at who I should be. The blues lights rounding the corner. They're not turning for no one like me. Got a bucket of fried on the bench beside me.
In the easy chair with my boots on. Melted whiskey in my hand. I couldn't have been asleep for more than three hours. Time to go to work again. . Once more I beat the sunrise.