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
Sun-drenched pavement
in my blood
The first thing that
I do when I walk in
is find a way out for
when shit gets bad and
I've been looking for
tears in the screen door
I've been waiting for
another disaster
Well I'm terrified
like a kid in the sixties
staring at the sky
waiting for
the bomb to fall
And it's all a lie
what they say
about stability
It scares me sometimes
The emptiness I see
in my eyes
And all the kids' names
I've ever liked
are tied to tragedy
And I don't want
my children
growing up to be
anything like me
I've been looking for
tears in the screen door
I've been waiting for
another disaster
And I was kinda
hoping you'd stay
I was kinda
hoping you'd stay
I keep a flashlight
and a small knife
in the corner of
my bed stand
I keep a flashlight
and the train times
but you wouldn't understand
How could you understand
Jesus Christ
I'm twenty-six
All the people
I graduated with
all have kids
all have wives
all have people who care
if they come
home at night
Well Jesus Christ
Did I fuck up
I've been looking for
tears in the screen door
I've been waiting for
another disaster
And I was kinda
hoping you'd stay
I was kinda
hoping you'd stay
I was kinda
hoping you'd stay