won t have you see me as your sad sack lost my something and i can t get it back or a kill on your trophy rack i checked my schedule now my train is rolling down a track past the sadness of the salt flats to the prospect of the land fat or just a lazy orange house cat on the sofa where i ll be put up you ve been the hole in my sky my shrinking water supply before my well runs dry i m going round round round the bend fill it up again i d like to say that it was clear to me love triangle geometry but in the end it s still a mystery the placement of affection and the disarray i gathered up the courage that it took made that bed and took one last look and you could hear the pages flapping in the wind blown book of my days my days one tank gone second thoughts are on my mind what s this trip gonna cost me this time the devil i know is starting to look awfully kind but the new road is an old friend fill it up again 