It Can Be Anything But I Like The Idea Of Home Or Innocence Maybe?
I get on the bus at Five in the morning
March behind the mass of the dead
Mountains and trees melt past
Mixing with the colours of the cars
Suddenly I think of the boring lives car painters must lead
Every one coming out silver, red, black or white
I resolve to get myself an ugly orange and and green one
Then I remember I don't drive.
By now I notice I'm leaning on the window too hard
And I slip out on to the freeway.
I try for a bit to keep up with the bus
But the tube chugs ahead of me,
So I stick my thumb out and walk north.
I walk for what must be two hours
Stops and opens its doors,
'Fore I can get a good look at my driver we're off.
He tells me his name is Johny,
He just got back from his folks,
Johny stops to take a piss and I slip out.
The woods ain't far from the road
I don't think Johny sees me
As I run into the snow and trees.
I knock my foot on a root and fall,
My face and everything else is covered in snow.
The cold seeps through my bones
I think I'm about to pass out but then the white crow talks.
White Crow says he's been watching me
At least back to the highway.
Me and the deer stare at each other for a while
But we sure do say a lot.
Before I can tell her thanks
The crow caws and I walk out
I continue on the road for a bit
Find a small town by Four,
Order a drink at the only bar,
Ditch the wet clothes and coat,
Consider stopping this whole thing.
Maybe attending a small town dance,
But then I get up and start walking.
On the edge of town the local drunk sells me a donkey
And I find my way on the road again
Feeling like I lost my Mary somewhere along the way.
I get a few stares as me and Shindig
(I forget wheter I named him or the drunk did)
Trot on to some kind of freedom.
People get lost says Shindig
Shindig gets pretty tired
I agree so we set up camp
At least we would if I had good sense
So I climb on his back and we continue on.
And me and Shindig collapse.
We're found by a jolly cop,
He takes us in for drunk driving
And I tell him I don't drive
I sweat as we approach the station
But Shindig doesn't take it lying down.
We kick like it's our last chance,
Me and Shindig start running.
We're rested but not strong
(I gotta pay for Shindig)
It seems we're in the city
I think that's where I was supposed to be
But I don't remember where
Shindig he says he knows why
We search the streets for clues,
Just as we're about to head home
But bystanders looked offended
And I thank them as I dive away.
Shindig ain't so fast and we lock eyes.
I tell him I don't remember why I came to the city
And makes me promise not to forget.
I cry for him a bit and then get up.
He would want me to find it.
So I spend my time looking
And I go right back to where it is
But it's being torn down.
I talk to the guy in the orange hat
And he says nobody used it
No one was going to miss it
And hey why did I care anyways?
I told him I was looking for something
I said it must of been important
Because I couldn't remember it.
And went back to scribbling on his paper.
As I got to the bus station the next morning
I remember what I was looking for
I get on the bus at Five in the morning.