Twenty miles walking down El Camino
I was starving for young people we know
No one calls but to weigh in against us
No one comes but to leave on the next bus
I forget who could hand out the birth rights
I forget who could break up the cat fights
I forget who adjusted our high chairs
I forget who could talk us down out of our nightmares
720 times happier than the unjust man
Dream the heaven where women fight hand to hand
Help the galley slave be all he can
I can tell that the industry's ravaged
I could steal gas and live like a savage
Sell it off if it isn't a canned good
Break the twelve-string acoustic to pieces for firewood
I can tell that you'd cut through the chatter
I can tell that the critics would scatter
I can tell by intangible somethings
I can tell by your preference of smart things to dumb things
Carve a way for the greater good
Lose the dogs at the river bank
You were kissing the summer gods, hot and rank
Choose your meal from our display tank
Eyes still adjusting
I have nothing to look at you with
But the mood that I'm in
I fill my days with work because I am lazy
The way a coward is hungry to get in any fight
That he can win
What to do now with Pallas Athena
Sharing space with the vats of retsina
What to do with two heros in one plot
What to say to two Johnnies who showed up on one spot
Something old better fall and die
When you ride in on something new
And that's the deal that's been made between death and you
That's the deal that's been made between death and you