i've been staring down the barrel of an hourglass and i am not afraid
i guess that all along i knew i could just take it out in trade
i sold the soles of my shoes to take me where i wanted to go
and now i'm gonna die famous and no one's gonna know
so put your four-ways on, let me know
where you stand by the side of the road
because i want to carry your smile
the next thousand miles
four years ago i told the slave that signed my paycheck i was never coming back
i spent the next year and a half turning my fiction into fact
one night it came to me so clearly: nothing's ever easily revealed
not for a bunch of right-fielders playing in the in-field
so we've got our sleeping bags and our maps
we'll be a twelve man band playing taps
for the death of the american dream
until we shall be free
and then one morning i awoke next to a girl i don't deserve
and now i thank my lucky stars that she's been grading on a curve
i might still spend the day restless or go to bed anxious at night
but i think it should be complicated
that probably means you're doing it right.

Lyrics submitted by DakotaFloyd

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