An Open Road Where I Can Breathe
Where The Lowest Low Is Calling To Me
I Can Pull Myself Back Up Back Down
Stuck Together Like A Readymade
And Nobody Knows Where We Been
Canceled Rations Are Running Thin
Watches Tick Out Of Tune
Falling Apart Like A Readymade
My Bags Are Waiting
In The Next Life
Rubbish Piles Fresh And Plain
Empty Boxes In A Pawn Shop Brain
License Plates Stowaway
Standing In Line Like A Readymade
And My Bags Are Waiting
In The Next Life
An Open Road Where I Can Breathe
Where The Lowest Low Is Calling To Me
I Can Pull Myself Back Up Back Down
Stuck Together Like A Readymade
And My Bags Are Waiting
In The Next Life