Pushing upstream through the rapids
Just to meet the jagged, snow-packed peaks
Let’s get lost in this distant jungle
Or head uptown and hang out with freaks
My head’s spinning with indecision
Tangled inside out with derision
Imprecise and lacking precision
I think we’ll make it safe and sound
But there’s no room for human error
Your laugh eases my empty conscience
Even if it’s still steeped in terror
My mind slowly draws black and blank
With only my impure nature to thank
Do you hear my shackles rattle and clank
Why do all of the clocks read midnight
I thought for sure we’d finally made progress
Let’s pull over, it’s getting too dark to see
We’re searching for a home with no address
Worry seems to be my surest emotion
Carried forth with unequaled devotion
And inner soul wrenching commotion
Do you feel the same?
In this who’s who’s of blame
Upended without a name
Broken, lost, and lame
Bailout the last remaining two
And change the face of the nation
Road trip rascals came to fruition
Turning out our inward creation
