Well I've been working on becoming what I am In this bus terminal bathroom And these days I dream like I live Off trash and scammed greyhound passes Why don't I take a shower ya wonder I guess what I can't smell I just can't remember So I'm doing my best to smell just like this basement forever Forever-er-er-er-er-er Well isn't hitchhiking dead they all ask Not as long as I'm still broke and breathing And if they don't cut this thumb off my dead fist Then they can't even stop me by burying me There ain't nothing like singing your heart out to nobody As you fall asleep by the side of the road You know I've never felt quite as free or quite as alone Or quite as alone
