Sometimes I can't tell if you're coming or going Till the fluorescent lights find the nape of your neck Curled up in the shade of that bridge in El Paso Run my hand through the sand and find a warm silver key And you think about dogs back home holding roses And a bed, and the brain that won't let you alone Watch your chest rise and fall, tiny sobs by the highway Where the days stretch out empty and the nights get so cold Last summer I tried just to black out the pain While the sunlight pulled chemical knives through my brain I took the 73 to your slum up in Maple Held the hand of a stranger just to give it away Pull my knees to my chest, push my face to the floor Throw the weight of your body at my bedroom door I climb out of the window and stumble into the street And just bury myself in the people I meet Open mouths interlaced, who I am starts to blur Fall asleep with our mutual destructions assured A fist full of shrooms, drive my car off the coast Don't know how long I've been gone but baby I'm coming home