Sandwiches For The Road

All packed to go, baloney and mayonnaise sandwiches for the road

Lay them out across the dash in the August sun

And if they turn green don't be afraid

Nothing can hurt you but yourself

Nothing can hurt you but yourself

I been given to visions from time to time (Mighty fields of vision)

And the voice in my brain can be a little unkind sometimes

Go ahead, point it at me, I ain't scared