Two Thousand Four

In the year two thousand four

I drove out to the west coast

In my own tour van

Trying to be a big man or something

And the furthest point from home

It felt like salvation

To the far end of the road to the unknown

Some go to the mountain

Some find the city

Yeah, some find what they’re after

Cuz sure, some know what they need

When it comes to figuring it all out

I’ve had enough

In the second act out on a raft

Floating off the west coast

I’ve seen each parking lot

Every garden plot in this world

To two thousand four, year of our lord

Sometimеs my mind goes

I can still hear your laugh

As we sat in thе bath

Some are drawn to horizons

Some are drawn to the sea

And yeah some find themselves family

Some find inner peace

But when it comes to figuring that all out

I’ve had enough