Towards those Rocky Mountain Peaks
I will I will I’ll crawl and creep
Steady slow, steady reasons
To seize up, no luck, put it off again
Old Kerouac Jack would talk some smack if he saw that small world that I’m in
I took the Whitestone, cautiously
I ended up down by Delancey
I took a slight pause
Manipulated by chameleon laws
I know now that I will see
Those imitative bastards chasing after me
I won’t be long now
On this side of the country,
Think I’m leaving this town
Down by that Manhattan multiplex
$20 cigarettes, I’m tired of fluorescent midnight air
I want some stars, I want some Eden
And even breathing a different city’s air
God bless, it’s moves, it’s progress—getting over there
Oh, I wanna start this evening
Oh, let’s go to Montreal
Oh my thoughts are breathing
And roamin’ in Poland again
Jumped outta bed
Landed in the water
Muddy covers, lazy lovers
But where’s that next peak, I don’t know
Who, when, what, or where
We’ll find, we’ll cure our ails by riding on new rails
We’ll cure our ails by riding on new rails
We’ll cure our ails by riding on new rails
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