Great San Joachin, the Gateway to the Delta.
Where the real towns dwindle down into the valleys.
It's on the sidewalks, it's in the gutters.
Seeping in and out of the colorful morning.
In the autumn evening Northern California.
Going to sleep between the streets of suburbia.
Born to melt away into oblivion.
Born and raised in the East Bay Area.
I may cause drowsiness, alcohol may intensify my effect.
The earth is busy spinning, its occupants are dizzy.
Keep me outta reach as I may be habit-forming.
Keep me outta reach, I count sheep until the morning.
I lie awake, I lie awake
And wait for a new day to waste away.
Hello, it's me again.
Lurking this lonely road I've been traveling.
The land is wearing out, the river's rising.
I spend all day wasting time, spend all night wishing.
And the dream is just a bit less ambitious.
If I could have one wish I'd wish for more wishes.
Oh I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish.
Some men build bridges, some of us build walls.
Some fools walk a straight line, others wander in circles.
In search for some meaning, I found means to an end.
I went to the wishing well, searching for myself.
I fell into the wishing well trying to wish away this hell.
I wish away, I wish away
And wait for a new day to waste away.
Compete to win, the battle of the band wagon.
Competing for a friendly form of flattery.
Competing for loss of integrity.
You think I care but in fact it's quite the contrary.
And I hope you're unimpressed, I hope you don't like me.
That's one less weight to carry.
Everyone's going somewhere I guess they've got some place to be
Driving in their cars on the freeway
Across the street from me.
They'll never make it on time, they'll never get to where they're going.
You can take home the gold, I'm coming in last, yeah
Fuck the future, live in the past.
And ride away, yeah ride away
And wait for a new day to waste away.
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