Interpret:

Bright Eyes

Album:

I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning

Well I’m changing all my strings 
I’m gonna write another traveling song 
About all the billion highways 
and the cities at the break of dawn 
Well I guess the best that I can do now 
is pretend I’ve done nothing wrong 
And dream about a train 
that’s gonna take me back where I belong 


The ocean speaks and spits 
and I can hear it from the interstate 
I’m screaming at my brother on my cell phone he’s far away 
I’m saying nothing in the past or future will feel like today 
Until we’re parking in the alley 
Just hoping that our shit is safe 


So I go back and forth forever 
All my thoughts they come in pairs 
Oh I will, I won't, I doubt I don't 
I’m not surprised but I never feel quite prepared 


Now I’m hunched over a typewriter 
I guess you call that painting in a cave 
And there’s a word I can’t remember 
And a feeling I cannot escape 
And now my ashtrays overflowing 
I’m still starting at a clean white page 
Oh and mornings at my window 
She is sending me to bed again 


Well I dream of dark on the horizon 
I dream of desert where the dead lay down 
I dream a prostitute, 
a child touching an old man in a fast food crowd 
I dreamt a ship was sinking 
There was people screaming all around 
And I awoke to my alarm clock 
It was a pop song it was playing loud 


So I must find my fears and face them 
Or I’ll cower like a dog 
I’ll kick and scream or kneel and bleed 
I’ll fight like hell to hide that I’m giving up