Travelin’ Boy – Part Two

Travelin’ Boy – Part Two

Previously on “Travelin’ Boy”:
About to accede to the Lord’s employ
I was seized and tossed like a toy
Upon the water
 
I saw sweet bliss fade and die
Did not resist is how I survived
I was lifted, drifted, mystified
What tomorrow would offer

I landed in the land of Yoknapatawpha
Started a band, God we were awesome
But with a beer in hand and pot somewhat too often
the music stopped
 
I started a novel, I’d be an author!
Except for the bottle, I was no Faulkner
Went full throttle and it was awkward
When my girlfriend changed the locks
 
I had no plan  my life was a mess
An abandoned van my fixed address
And so like every man, what we do best:
“See ya later!”
 
But I can’t lie, I was scared
I hitched a ride, going nowhere
And wasn’t surprised when I got there:
Decatur
 
Played my guitar for former farmers
At broke-down bars where you need armor
Made my mark as a musical martyr
And was blessed
 
because chances were I wouldn’t survive
But there was an answer in those dives
It was my Hamburg and I came alive
And was impressed
 
And with confidence…well you got the world
And as a consequence, I got a girl
And we crossed the continent to live out in rural
Oregon
 
And we have a little business: “Hats 4 Kats”
It’s pretty much riskless ‘cause people are bats
I’ve been a witness to plenty of that
Lordy I’m one
 
Oh life is ridiculous I’m not wrong
And we all get sick of it but we hold on
and in the midst of it is where we belong
Together
 
Every sky of blue will turn to rain
Every “I love you” will turn to pain
And all we do we do in vain
There’s no love won’t pass away
And there’s no above to save the day
And it’s so fucked up but still I pray
 
For another day
 
together