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
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