Cigarette smoke dances back in the window And I can see the haze on the dome light. I'm conjuring ghosts on a forty-hour ride home. And they keep asking me what I'm doing with my life, While my cousins go to bed with their wives. I'm feeling like I've fallen behind. . Well the highway won. I'm listening to traffic reports, One on one, coming quietly undone. I was born to run away from anything good An escape artist's son With sun-drenched pavement in my blood. . The first thing that I do when I walk in Is plan a way out for when sh*t gets bad . And I've been looking for tears in the screen door. in the screen I've been waiting for another disaster. . I'm terrified like a kid in the sixties, Staring at the sky waiting for the bomb to fall. It's all a lie, what they say about stability. It scares me sometimes, The emptiness I see in my编辑于1989/04/21更新