wading through the New England winter
with ulcerated toes and infected splinters
washed in white, it slithers under the door
spewing subconscious nonsense that i couldn't ignore
so i gotta leave the East behind, and go out West
in a deprived attempt to feel less dispossessed
i need the landscapes to conquer my bitterness
i need to be swallowed whole in my own wilderness

it's 4 am and i'm feelin like a cosmic american
every time i'm back, i just want to go there again
to lay on the red dirt rocks of Arizona
to talk to the cashiers in Oklahoma

so i'm driving down the Navajo trail
steady at 100 with no cops on my tail
in awe of the mountains in the morning glow
and the radiated depths of the canyons below
and all the creatures lurking deep in the rivers
drained from the sewers, eating lizards and livers
i'm freaking out from the nuclear fission
they said 'just go back home and God says you're forgiven'

it's 4 am and i'm feelin like a cosmic american
every time i'm back i just want to go there again
to walk through the mountain towns of Colorado
to drive within the erratic pulse of Chicago