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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in blue skies before snow

clearing my head

...

a thousand miles from everywhere
on the road to no where else
looking for some coffee, a bed
and maybe just myself

the windchimes jingle as I pass
it makes me think of you
the key lime pie's a bit too tart
yeah, that does it too

waitress takes my twenty
she gives me back a ten
looks at me expectently
so I just hand it back again

somewhere else is coming
but I still have some time
road trails through the desert
i'm not quite sure if it is mine

i pull the harley over for a nap
and look up at the stars
every dream I ever dreamt
seems just a bit too far

the morning comes too quickly
and i'm almost out of gas
hopefully there's a station
by some un-named overpass

I coast in on my last fume
and fill it to the top
forever's almost over
and i'm not sure i want to stop

Abe jumps in a giant rig
and waves to me, 'take care'
i guess i sort of smile
as i start to braid my hair

a thousand miles from everywhere
but i want to go somewhere new
i've been driving for weeks now
but i can't get away from you.

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