Provisions

There's a dead deer in the road up ahead Must be an omen From an hour ago or so Must have been chosen And the day moves fast, and the day moves slow Don't I know it And I never met a morning that I didn't like And I never met a night that I wouldn't try twice You should go before the dawn Cast no shadows But I'm already gone, mm And grab provisions There's nothing for a hundred miles And cast your vision On the dark road For a while Storm is coming now, it sits in a cloud And soon the sky will open up its big mouth I feel it in my bones, I feel so alone My heart's the guitar, and my mouth the piano I have many teeth in many different keys Honey, if you're good, then don't do it for free Do what I have to do, say what I have to say Put a quarter in my jukebox then be on your way And grab provisions There's nothing for a hundred miles And cast your vision On a memory For a while Puerto Rican bride with tears in her eyes On her wedding day Oh, loves a parade, but don't just give it away Choose carefully Confetti in my hand, are you ready to be a man? Are you inside the kingdom or just dead where you stand? And the tin cans drum on the pavement And somebody yells, "Someone save us" You were a wishing well, oh, inside of hell And I'd stand over you and I'd laugh as it fell Wish you would come again As lovers or friends, I don't care but 'til then Grab provisions There's nothing for a hundred miles And cast your vision On a melody For a while Oh, sound off, one, two Three, four, who's at the door? And five, six, who is this? And seven, eight, I'm feeling fine And sound off, one, two Three, four, get on the floor And five, six, pick up sticks And seven, eight, who's at the gate? Oh, and sound off, one, two Three, four, who's at my door And five, six, who is this? And seven, eight, mm-mm-mm Grab provisions There's nothing for a hundred miles And cast your vision On the dark road For a while