Black Out

Called in sick for work
said the fevers getting worse
There's a lot of that going around
I packed a duffle bag
With some clothes from the attic
It's getting colder in the evening

I hocked my pocket watch
And a couple old guitars
I could hardly stand to play them
I drew all my savings out
Closed my bank account
stuck the money in the glove box

I drove away on Monday
I couldn't say where I was going to
It's just something I had to do
I was bored of it by Thursday
driving amorously down aimless interstates
searching for queues
Yeah for you

And I don't know where you are
I guess I haven't looked to hard
because I'm afraid that I might find you
IS it special where you are
Like Xanadu or Shangri-La
Is it anything like Omaha

I called in sick on Monday
I was already off the next couple of days
Some bullshit escape
I was back to work on Thursday
yeah, The fevers gone I think I it beat
The fever bite me, yeah it bite me
But I been sleeping and taking things
I think I've got it beat...

What you're looking for is never what you find
Nothing ever seems to turn out right

Still running around still searching
all these long indifferent streets
For your lover our some cover
to protect you from the heat
That you feel inside
in flamed since you learned to cry

Ever since you learned to walk you ran away
kept running till you couldn't feel your legs

Now you stumble round this drunken town
on shops and city bars
telling tales of just how far you got
But they'll all know who you are
Yeah you're not so great
You're just early out of the gate

there's a portrait of your mom when she was young
Her face was shining brightly as the sun
The son who got away from her
but come back home again
to find a women wrapped
with all this love she couldn't give
But you know she did
You just couldn't feel it then

Found a birthday card from this lady I used to know
It said boy you're really starting to old

She's the mother of my mother
I just what she meant
She'd been thru it before
she with all of this resentment
becomes regret
I just hadn't gotten there yet

Nothing ever seems to turn out right
No never, never seems to turn out right
So I leave it at this
my deepest regrets

What you're looking for is never what you find
Nothing ever seems to turn out right

Still you're running round still searching
all these long indifferent streets
For a lover or some cover
to protect you from the heat
that you feel inside
inflamed since you learned to cry

Ever since you learned to walk you ran away
Kept running till you couldn't feel your legs

now you stumble round this drunken town
Pawn shops and city bars
telling tales of just how far you got
But they'll all know who you are
Yeah, you're not so great
You're just earl out of the gate

There's a portrait of your mom when she was young
Well, her face was shining brightly as the sun

The son that got away from her
had come back home again
to find a women wrapped
with all this love she couldn't give
But you know she did
You just couldn't feel it then

Found a Birthday card from this lady I used to know
It said "boy you're really starting to get old

She's the mother of my mother
And I knew just what she meant
She'd been through it before
She knew with all of this resentment
becomes regret
I hadn't gotten there yet

No, all right...
Nothing ever seems to turn out right
No, never, never seems to turn out right
So I leave it at this my deep blue street rests

Well I'm trying to be patient
But the wheels keep turning round
But it's a treadmill and I just dragging my feet
I'm so tired of everything
Defeated by routine
By words that don't mean anything to me
At least not anymore now that I'm done...

with a morning of a day without ending
A year of decadence to escape from penance
But I've suffered. I'm over it, yeah
I'm fine now, but I'm sick of it
I was happy being miserable
I used to lay down my head on the bar
And raise one lonely finger for a drink

It doesn't have to be so difficult
just keep coasting by
so you lost a limb
Well hell it'll heal with time
What happens when you love what you've lost?
You didn't have to cut it off
But I did, and I do, and it took everything that I have
I wonder if I could ever get it back...

to how it was when I still thought of love
as a risk I could take if I was willing to make
the commitment to rejection
and the mind games, the deception
The late nights under the covers
pointing the finger at whoever started
whatever we were fighting about

I guess that I'm fine now
everything's better
everything's cooled down
it's all copesetic
We'll move on, off to a better world
To a fresh start where anything's possible

But I'm sick of it
Yeah I'm sick of it
I'm so sick of it
No, I'm sick of it
no, no, no, no, no
I'm sick of it now
I'm just sick of it now
no, no, I am so sick of it
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
But he's sick of it
no, no, no,no