Well I've been working on becoming what I amnIn this bus terminal bathroomnAnd these days I dream like I livenOff trash and scammed greyhound passesnWhy don't I take a shower ya wondernI guess what I can't smellnI just can't remembernSo I'm doing my best to smell just like this basement forevernForever-er-er-er-er-ernWell isn't hitchhiking dead they all asknNot as long as I'm still broke and breathingnAnd if they don't cut this thumb off my dead fistnThen they can't even stop me by burying menThere ain't nothing like singing your heart out to nobodynAs you fall asleep by the side of the roadnYou know I've never felt quite as free or quite as alonenOr quite as alone