The fountain dried up years ago Now the youth is dying slow This old truck can't escape the place I'm from My home looks like a gun My home looks like a gun We cover up but our minds rot in the sun That's why I walked away From the bridges that pierce the southern sky The sunshine state is waiting to die Just pretend we've never met I'm not ready for it yet My mouth is dry, the interior's soaking wet If I forget I'll want to stay If I forget I'll want to stay Just pop the trunk and I'll be on my way Make the drop-off in Gainesville tomorrow night Put down our feral love before we say goodbye The sunshine state is waiting to die Put the cash in my hand Put the gun back in your pants Put the car into gear Drive our love away from here Put the past in the ground These everglades are haunted and I want them to burn down I'll take local roads to the Georgia line Those ghouls will take whatever you supply The sunshine state is waiting to die

I drove through Iowa back into town Another man's been coming 'round He left his underwear on the bathroom floor And I don't want to live here anymore I know just who it is We levy our own sentences That bastard won't survive more than a week or so As for her I just don't know Dakota skies cannot reveal The way I feel when I walk by The house I thought we'd always share Dakota sunset doesn't care A contract broken another paid We made the dreams we'll throw away And gaze at the Dakota sky For the next shipment to arrive My brother called me yesterday To catch up and apologize He'd come by to shower when I was out of town And left his drawers behind he'd just realized Dakota winds cannot erase The mistakes we make in haste Enough to keep the country lit If we could only harness it Dakota winds cannot replace This broken house with empty space Windmills rotate, turbines blow As for her, she doesn't know

Your picture on the fridge won't come down I will keep this home, I'll stay in town On visitation days I walk the miles of the perimeter We're only human beings Just want the things that we were I think I can wait for 15 years At home the crashing plates have disappeared I miss you And the kids miss their dad We're only human beings Just miss the things we never had

On a night like this What is it I can help you with? The lake is glowing from the cruiser spotlight Sheriff have you seen my boy? He goes wandering sometimes He goes wandering at night Halo, Halo (I can lose myself sometimes)

This food just isn't filling And I won't leave the building And I don't even listen And I won't be forgiven All the federal agents are running away and they're ending negotiations I hope I don't forget what I meant to say about the impermanence of nations I can't start this over and I can't just rewind To when kings fought in their own wars and you were mine Years before the killing And years before Pat Tillman You were young and willing And I wasn't such a villain Now they're waiting for me to run out of air so they can send the S.W.A.T. team in Despite the whiskey I can't help but care about the days before the movement was ready to begin The smell of nerve gas takes me back to the time When kings fought in their own wars and you were mine They'll call me a madman When the news explains what happened But I can't stop laughing At all this fun I'm having There's a man on the other side of this wall with two children and a wife Even though I know it'll mean my downfall I just can't take his life 'Cause that could have been us, oh baby, wouldn't that be fine If kings fought in their own wars and you were mine

The subway rumbles as I stumble through the ash of cities charred Take the kids to the shelter that I built in the back yard I can't sleep with all these sirens I ain't lyin' death abounds I was grounded in this town until the courthouse walls came down It's a war My head ain't right Now every night They come to see What will become of me I was a stunning runner son before my legs were crushed No chance of reconciliation fella it's just them or us Don't you let that doctor in, he's a sinner, he's a foe I've stockpiled enough food to get us where we need to go It's a war My head ain't right Now every night They come to see What will become of me

Martin I walked down your way today Martin I walked down your way today, it's your day today But I don't believe in peace No I don't believe in peace, not in the least And I'm sorry to let the team down Martin they are still standing on the corner I bet they remember "By the Time I get to Arizona" And they don't believe in peace No they don't believe in peace, not in the least And I'm sorry to let the team down But there'll always be black part of town And they'll always be living without And nonviolence just isn't working out

Oh no, another day begins Calendars and wristwatches are counting down my sins Construction trucks outside are piling up the years After 25 the brides leave the single girls in tears God bless them, god bless them all 'Cause we've heard about what happens when their engine stalls The tallest ones are mauled in the falls of the Midwest The quiet ones are farmed out to businessmen's requests And osteoporosis gets the rest They'll remember her best as charming and good-looking Though they wouldn't take her now for all the beer in Brooklyn Her cooking is her pride but she sits alone for dinner In the dark under faded posters of Lew Alcindor The local red-eyed bottles have settled in for the winter But you won't see me there I can't raise my glass and the others never cared I'll drink my morning coffee without Irish and I will make amends I miss the bottle I miss my friends, I miss the bottle I miss my friends Hip-hop saved my life that summer, you wouldn't understand 'Cause when I felt those beats cascade over the grandstand I felt like a man and you know a man gets thirsty But the clerk at the A+P wouldn't sell to me I felt the crowbar in my hand I got the liquor and the cops got me While I was in the can my buddies were commanded To clean up someone else's mess in Afghanistan They never came home Now I put each posthumous 'Pac release on their tombstones Their families hold my survival against me And I hold their religion against them And I hold my jacket against myself Like an army blanket on a plane of wounded personnel And it doesn't seem right To go without cocktails on a bereavement fare flight The stewardess smiles and tries to cheer me up as the plane descends I miss the bottle I miss my friends, I miss the bottle I miss my friends Oh no, another evening ends All the tired fertile women are leaving with their men Just cops and cabs remain when the city's lost its citizens I could drive you home 'cause that's the way I'm going And no one likes driving the bridge alone Even when it's retrofitted you can hear the builders moan My regrets pile up like cars behind traffic cones I'm not sure what I drove here for But I can dream of walking you to your door And I can leave my evening jacket crumpled on the floor And I'll forget you ever loved him and I'll forget that you still do And I can leave this life alone or I can spend what's left with you And I can call the cemetery to buy us adjacent spots We can adopt a Vietnamese kid to leave flowers at our lots And darling you can pick the name I can tell I'm talking insane I don't mean to offend I may never fall in love but I'm getting to the age at which I'm willing to pretend I miss the bottle I miss my friends, I miss the bottle I miss my friends I miss the bottle I miss my friends, I miss the bottle I miss my friends

I came into town, the mission was planned Now I'm the man under your floor again A knock at the door again Say I'm not here My desert love, where have you gone? It's been too long, you make me strong again Will you come home again, I am alone Jet plans will land like rain on the sand They don't understand I fell in love again I'm not coming home again It's out of their hands I'm feeling you, I got a hole in my head Your books are destroyed by enemy songs The mission was planned Your prophet has died again, leaving the holy land He's in the sky The soldiers are gone, I'll show you the light We'll start a new life in Mesopotamia When I'm done saving you You'll worship Christ Jesus Christ! I'm feeling you, I got a hole in my head

You sit in silence 'cause the only radio in your town is Foghat and Creed You check the mileage and you can't go to college 'cause those books are still so hard to read And it doesn't seem like anything will change and the mountains make damn sure you're gonna stay The girls all think you're strange and your parents they suspect that you're gay You can't believe you're alone in this trailer as your senior prom is starting You can't believe you're alone in this trailer as your senior prom is starting But the loneliest boy in the state of Nevada doesn't feel much like a party She drives by in the suped-up pick-up of that boyfriend she's got up in Sparks You won't cry but you'll punch your locker until the dented metal bears your marks And just when you're sure she sees you, it turns out she's just waving at a friend She's too kind to tease you but she's too good to wind up with you in the end You can't believe in this whole goddamn desert, she only lives two blocks away You can't believe - in this whole desert she lives two blocks away But the loneliest boy in the state of Nevada can't find the right words to say They're waiting there, waiting for you in the parking lot outside the Odeon And you're not scared 'cause you've got five shotgun shells that say they won't call you faggot again They drive off in their I-Rocs and you wipe the face from your tears These strip malls are like cell blocks and you've been locked up for the past eighteen years You can't believe you feel so old but when you drive up to Reno you can't get into bars You can't believe that when you can it'll be better or heal any scars The loneliest boy in the state of Nevada is spending the night with the stars You swear by the gun in your hand your next night alone will be your last You understand just like in the past they're only idle threats You've got responsibilities and debts and you're not that strong But if things keep carrying on, they're responsibilities you just might forget It's getting cold - you pick up your mistakes and walk into the night It's getting cold - you pick up your mistakes and walk into the night The loneliest boy in the state of Nevada is going to be alright

Waiting by the phone, waiting all alone Where did you go this year? Christmas time has passed I waited for you at Macy's I sat with Santa Claus I asked him for presents He said I was old and lost And the leaves are falling We wander grocery aisles looking for the Butterball I come home to my mama, I got no girl at all So I sit with my father, waiting by the telephone Waiting with my father, crying all alone And the leaves are falling Waiting with my brother in the bar that we went to in high school We're just like kids Waiting with my brother in the bars Waiting by the phone, waiting all alone And the leaves are falling