"Bound To Forget"
Fools wind blowing up brown bible verses
Dust storm of memory
Truck stop reverie
3 AM in my home town
not a soul stirring around
Mr. Trucker Man
don't slow down in this little town
'Cause I'm traveling faster than the speed of regret
What I was born knowing
I was bound to forget
In the blindness of being
what I was born seeing
I was just plain bound to forget
Yes, I was just plain bound to forget
Now my tank run dry two hours out of Tucson
by three little crosses on the side of the highway
Still as a box full of busted watches
I settle debts with the dead and keep right on
I keep on keeping on
Pedal to the metal on the wide open highway
Criss-cross the high plains of bright-eyed solitude
I tailgate a truck-load of tabula rasa
'til my mind go clearer than the highway west of El Paso
Guess I'm traveling faster than the speed of regret
What I was born knowing I was bound to forget
In the blindness of being what I was born seeing
I was just plain bound to forget
Yes I was just plain bound to forget
Now, 24/7 in the end my friend
gotta go at God's speed
no never relent
lest the soul-sucking, sneaky-deaky, belly-aching past like a ssssnake
in the grasssssssss ssssstrike and bury your assssssss. So keep your eyes on the prize on the distant horizon
Be wary of the wind and the bad moon rising
Knowing in your going, somehow, some way
that you'll out-run your shadow
yes you will, one fine day
'Cause you're traveling faster than the speed of regret
What I was born knowing I was bound to forget
In the blindness of being what I was born seeing
I was just plain bound to forget
yes I was just plain bound to forget.
