Sometimes I feel like my life has been sewn shut With threads of self doubt and common decency Sometimes it don’t feel safe anywhere And I’m not talking about school killings and drive-by shootings Sometimes I’m amazed and disappointed With you, with me, with rocks, with trees, with streetsigns
And all I know How to do is keep on running
Sometimes I get off on your dinner conversation And sometimes I wanna throw all of your plates out the window Sometimes all the hidden surveillance cameras Make we want to go round with my middle finger always extended Sometimes I feel like the last remaining matador And the bullfights I get are illegal and I’m always paranoid
All I know How to do is keep on running
From place to place and town to town, From red and green and gold to brown To cash and get it up and down the coast From face to face and down to down From gray on green and gold to brown From where I’ve never been and been the most
Sometimes I feel like the answer’s just down the next exit ramp or the next hill or the next person or the next song Sometimes, I feel like I’ve just arrived one second late or a minute too soon or I’ve dressed wrong or picked the wrong day Sometimes I’m scared that I’ll die with stuff in my pockets and be buried with gold and with silver that I should have spent