There's a dead deer in the road up ahead
Must be an omen
From an hour ago a soul
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
Casts no shadows
But I'm already gone mhmm

And grab provisions
There's nothin' for a hundred miles
And cast your vision on the dark road
For a while

Storm is comin' now
It sits in a cloud
And soon the sky will open up it's big mouth
I feel it in my bones
I feel so alone
My heart's the guitar, in my mouth, the piano
I have many teeth
In many different kеys
Honey if you could, then don't do it for free
Do what I have to do
Say what I havе to say
Put a quarter in my duke box then be on your way

And grab provisions
There's nothin' for a hundred miles
And cast your vision on a memory
For a while
PortaRican bred with tears in her eyes
On her wedding day
Oh loves a parade, but don't just give it away
Chose carefully
Confetti in my hands
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 else, 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 nothin' 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?
In five-six
Who is this?
And seven eight
I'm feeling (fat?)
And sound off
One-two, three-four
Get on the floor
In five-six
Pick up sticks
In seven-eight
Who's at the gate?
Oh and sound off
One-two, three-four
Who's at my door?
In five six
Who is this
In 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