Well I've been working on becoming what I am
In this bus-terminal bathroom
And these days I dream like I live
of trash! And scammed Grayhound passes
Why don't I take a shower you wonder
E...
I(?) guess what I can't smell, I JUST CAN'T REMEMBER!!
So I'm doing my best to smell
just like this basement forever
Forever
Well isn't hitchiking dead they all ask
Not as long as I'm still broke and breathing
And if they don't cut this thumb off my dead fist
well then I'm on this on ramp for eternity
There ain't nothing like singing your heart out to nobody
as you fall asleep by the side of the road
you know I never felt quite as free
or quite as alone
or quite as alone