life trip
I can only watch my life unfold
On a one-way trip down tombstone road.
Wheels are turnin’; they only make holes.
Gears are slippin’; I’ve lost control.
Can’t get speed; too many tolls.
Can’t see the illusion of, “Westward Ho!”
As my wagon train of emptiness rolls
Through a dark tunnel that swallows me whole.
Circle highway I’m movin’ on.
Hope I’m finished before I’m done.
My name’s on the invitation list.
I’m at a party that’s not to be missed
Everyone’s lookin’ the other way.
I never been so cold on a warm summer day.
They get identity by exclusion.
I lost my name tag in all the confusion.
Never found out what happened to the sun,
“Look at the time, I gotta run.”
Circle highway I’m movin’ on.
Hope I’m finished before I’m done.
Do we come from the same well,
Me and those hounds from hell.
With enough time, time will tell
You believe that I got something to sell.
Is it all the same in the end?
Does it turn out that a man’s best friend
Is a stranger who's a godsend?
Circle highway I’m movin’ on.
Hope I’m finished before I’m done.
It’s hell to be carried in a hearse
But you know it’s ten times worse
To be carryin’ an unforgiven curse.
Thoughts are frozen in your head
When you’re that kind of living dead
While all around you hear time’s tread.
It’s a circle highway I’m movin’ on.
Hope I’m finished before I’m done.
The woods are moving; I’m in Elsinore.
I got no defenses anymore.
Someone’s tryin to even the score
For somethin’ I never did before.
I gotta choose one of them three doors
To get outa here before it pours.
But I’m sinkin’ in a quicksand floor.
Won’t someone tell me what it’s all for?
Circle highway I’m movin’ on.
Hope I’m finished before I’m done.
The sign says, “Find your true name.”
At a rest stop with a shell game.
I pay to turn over all three shells
And stand there lookin’ into a bottomless well.
The water’s deep and I can’t swim
As three blank papers blow away in the wind.
It’s a circle highway I’m movin’ on.
Hope I’m finished before I’m done.
Won’t you come with me; stick out your thumb.
It don’t matter where you’re comin’ from.
Be a hitch hiker; we’re all on the run
To a destination that’s the wrong one.
It don’t matter where you’re comin’ from.
Slip in beside me before it’s done.
Slip in beside me; give me a smile
Surely between us we got one lazy mile.
It’s a circle highway we’re movin’ on.
We’ll be finished before we’re done.