week thirtynine: another traveling salesman

another traveling salesman 

“it ain’t hard to second guess yourself when you’re dressing up a wound.”
- michael trent
“the only thing you can ever control is intention.”
- jon stewart

don’t you know what you’re doing here now
don’t you know what you’re doing here now
the road ahead is serpentine
the sky above is spitting rain
don’t you know what you’re doing here now

you’re 3000 miles from your home
you’re 3000 miles from your home
you left a good love
so can’t you even say for what
you’re 3000 miles from your home

and you don’t mind the driving
you see the passing fields
you like going way out in your thoughts
but every night you feel it
that hungry sort of sadness
like there’s some essential thing you haven’t got
you thought you’d be a kind man by now
but you’re not

there’s a boy at the rest stop smoking
there’s a boy at the rest stop smoking
you say you don’t have any cash
then you feel bad so you go back
he rolls his eyes and takes what you give him

don’t you know what you’re doing here now
don’t you know what you’re doing here now
and if they all believed in you
would that make what you’re saying true
don’t you know what you’re doing here now

you don’t mind the moving
but you miss her all the time
you pretend to be a traveler but you’re not
and every night you feel it
that quiet hungry sadness
like a crucial act of kindness you forgot
and you say you’re getting better all the time

you don’t mind the driving
but you’re going round in circles
and you can’t see as clearly as you thought
and every night you feel it
that hungry sort of sadness
like there’s some essential thing you never got
you thought that you’d be satisfied by now
but you’re not

you get home in the dead of the night
you get home in the dead of the night
you shut the door and get in bed
she lies her head against your chest
you’re home in the dead of the night