gonna help my friend Nick
at his new cocktail bar
on the Upper West Side
of the island of Manhattan
in a couple weeks and a day.
just until
I get settled
and change somethings,
like ten minds and a heart.
I am either stoned
on the west coast of Florida,
or drunk
on the west coast of the country,
but either way the wandering
has got to stop sometime.
there is a great band
playing in your hometown tonight,
and I am wearing junkfood clothing
somewhere mispronounced.
after all we've been through,
I hurt my neck
trying not to think of you,
your blues, your current who,
or what five years feels like.
traveling is easy,
changing minds is difficult;
it's not like getting on a plane,
it's like building a rocket from scratch
to destinations unknown.