When did I close the book for the last time?
Prolly around the same time that
I stopped meeting people and started meeting types of people,
prolly around the same time that
I saw you stray from the path and pretended not to notice
You wanted to save the world, man
I said I'd be your Judas*
Our last conversation was another ring back on the pine,
you wanted your soul back!
Now we spend our time apart sharing life on the run

A little song about life on the run

These streets weren't built for no walkin' man
I always thought that was illegal or sumthin'
I think they're tryin' to tell me sumthin'!
You know my toes are all froze!
No hat; one glove; wet socks; no home
but the swerving headlights of pickup trucks,
and the fiery glances of their drunk drivers
are enough to keep me warm...

and the Lord knows that it's my white skin
that's gunna get me through this town

Give thanks for borrowed floors,
known love behind close doors;
I've kept my hands soft, but
goddamn my feet are strong!

Only this here guitar knows what I've got left
What have I got left?
Where's home when you got no heart?
The open road, a good place to start to find out
I want my soul back!

Punk-house basements are unkempt places but
a good place to warm your feet
and let cocaine race through these collapsed veins
God, I wanna feel this heart beat

and I don't mind seeing you cry,
just don't wanna hear your poetry

and I won't die 'til my pen runs dry,
no I won't! No!

Remember are the lonely places?
I know the feeling, but I cannot place the faces
Oh! I long for the road!
We're gunna run out west 'til we run outta west
'til we got no place, 'til we got no place to go
'til there's nowhere left to run
life on the run
only my guitar knows what I've got left for a soul!






* from'The Last Temptation of Christ', not 'The Bible'