On the road like Kerouac, packed in a van full of Bukowski's In the desert in November, there's so much out there I'd like to see But the silence in the canyon, feels just fine with electricity And in this harsh environment well, even the devil gets his sympathies
So I dig on down into the dirt, Past the surface, and the hurt, just to see what we've been building on Past the love regret and fire, childish dreams and downward spirals Then all I found was, were these songs Just old songs, they're never quite right but they're never quite wrong Old songs, just old songs They might lead you astray or they might just lead you home
And the city lights and stars just fight, so in the dark is where I'd rather be Far away from all the left and the right wing televised tragedy And it's easy not to pick a side, when it's just all a compromise to me But ain't it all just a fucking lie, when you come to find they put a price on free
So I dig on down into the dirt, Past the surface, and the hurt, just to see what we've been building on Past the love regret and fire, childish dreams and downward spirals Then all I found was, were these songs Just old songs, they're never quite right but they're never quite wrong Old songs, just old songs They might lead you astray or they might just lead you home
We’re throwing grenades in small spaces just to save face for an argument But it's all just a brass polish on a sinking ship the point has missed my friends And I've been holding my breath for longer than I'd like to state So I exhale a bitter smoke of just about well everything.
So I dig on down into the dirt, Past the surface and the hurt, just to see what we've been building on Past the love regret and fire, childish dreams and downward spirals Then all I found was, were these songs Just old songs, they're never quite right but they're never quite wrong Old songs, just old songs They might lead you astray or they might just lead you home All these old songs