Kerouac's Teeth

On the road like Kerouac, packed in a van full of Bukowski's

In the desert in November, there's so much out there I'd like to see

But the silence in the canyon, feels just fine with electricity

And in this harsh environment, well, even the devil gets his sympathies

So, I dig on down into the dirt

Past the surface, and the hurt, just to see what we've been building on

Past the love regret and fire, childish dreams and downward spirals

Then all I found was, were these songs

Just old songs, they're never quite right, but they're never quite wrong

Old songs, just old songs

They might lead you astray, or they might just lead you home

And the city lights and stars just fight, so in the dark is where I'd rather be

Far away from all the left and the right wing televised tragedy

And it's easy not to pick a side, when it's just all a compromise to me

But ain't it all just a fucking lie, when you come to find they put a price on free

So, I dig on down into the dirt

Past the surface, and the hurt, just to see what we've been building on

Past the love regret and fire, childish dreams and downward spirals

Then all I found was, were these songs

Just old songs, they're never quite right, but they're never quite wrong

Old songs, just old songs

They might lead you astray, or they might just lead you home

We're throwing grenades in small spaces just to save face for an argument

But it's all just a brass polish on a sinking ship the point has missed my friends

And I've been holding my breath for longer than I'd like to state

So I exhale a bitter smoke of just about, well, everything

So, I dig on down into the dirt

Past the surface and the hurt, just to see what we've been building on

Past the love regret and fire, childish dreams and downward spirals

Then all I found was, were these songs

Just old songs, they're never quite right, but they're never quite wrong

Old songs, just old songs

They might lead you astray, or they might just lead you home

All these old songs