Exits to Go
I heard the sound of brakes
and then the horns
and then it hit me
I wasn’t really drifting down
the lazy Mississippi

The traffic was ugly
rote and deep
But I had exits to go
before I’d sleep

back to bed or back to desk
When do I get my picaresque?

I keep my hands at 10 and 2
keep my eyes on the road
but my mind on you
cuz the bedtime story
sees me through
the dull and daily dyin’
we all gotta do
you gotta feel your way
through the most
familiar days
so when you ask yourself
if you’re still alive
heed the small still voice,
the one that sighs
“Shut up and drive.”

No one here’s got names
but they have all got
bumper-stickers
so easy to draw my beads
on them
it helps the time go quicker
the safety’s off, the hate radio’s on
cuz Jesus won’t play
my favorite song
idlin’ high or pegged in the red
I lost my faith
but I’ll keep my head

Yeah, the days of Jack and Neil are dead
the ’57 shit the bed
those green lights were all
in your head
you’ll never never never
get lost again

There’s no open road
pull over and implode
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