He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and he takes a drag
Waiting for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box beneath the underpass
You got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathing in the city aqueduct
Well the highway is alive tonight
Where it’s headed, everybody knows
I’m sitting down here in the campfire light
Waiting on the ghost of Tom Joad
One side of me is filled with brightness
No matter what I might say
The days I made with waterfall colors
Could not make you stay
If rain falls down the side of my face,
Must be a rainy day.
Well, I did it for kicks and I did it for hate
I did it for lust and I did it for faith
Did it for need and I did it for love
Addiction stayed on tight like a glove
So I ran with the moon and I ran with the night
And the three of us were a terrible sight
Nipple to the bottle, to the gun, to the cell
To the bottom of a hole of a deeper well
Well
Lookin’ for the water from a deeper well
Well
Lookin’ for the water from a deeper well
I rocked with the cradle and I rolled with the rage
I shook those walls and I rattled that cage
Took my trouble down a dead end trail
Reachin’ out a hand for a holier grail
Hey there, mama, did you carry that load
Did you tell your baby 'bout the bend in the road
'Bout the rebel yell, ‘bout the one that fell
Lookin’ for the water from a deeper well
Look who’s come back home again
Loser looking for his lucky break
This time he says he just needs a friend
Ain’t on the run he ain’t on the take
Can you unlock this door babe
Will you just undo the chain
Will you take your time before you
Mix up love, his love and pain
Loneliness lays down his head
Wants to get you high, better take it now
A man like that’s like an unmade bed
Stained eyes searching for another way out
Chicane, Autumn Tactics:
Hiding summer’s age no more
No more leaves in summer sky
Turning dark on empty car lots
When summer was my only friend
Bruce Springsteen, The Ghost of Tom Joad:
He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and he takes a drag
Waiting for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box beneath the underpass
You got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathing in the city aqueduct
Well the highway is alive tonight
Where it’s headed, everybody knows
I’m sitting down here in the campfire light
Waiting on the ghost of Tom Joad
Jefferson Airplane, Young Girl Sunday Blues:
One side of me is filled with brightness
No matter what I might say
The days I made with waterfall colors
Could not make you stay
If rain falls down the side of my face,
Must be a rainy day.
Emmylou Harris, Deeper Well:
Well, I did it for kicks and I did it for hate
I did it for lust and I did it for faith
Did it for need and I did it for love
Addiction stayed on tight like a glove
So I ran with the moon and I ran with the night
And the three of us were a terrible sight
Nipple to the bottle, to the gun, to the cell
To the bottom of a hole of a deeper well
Well
Lookin’ for the water from a deeper well
Well
Lookin’ for the water from a deeper well
I rocked with the cradle and I rolled with the rage
I shook those walls and I rattled that cage
Took my trouble down a dead end trail
Reachin’ out a hand for a holier grail
Hey there, mama, did you carry that load
Did you tell your baby 'bout the bend in the road
'Bout the rebel yell, ‘bout the one that fell
Lookin’ for the water from a deeper well
Sonic Youth, Unmade Bed:
Look who’s come back home again
Loser looking for his lucky break
This time he says he just needs a friend
Ain’t on the run he ain’t on the take
Can you unlock this door babe
Will you just undo the chain
Will you take your time before you
Mix up love, his love and pain
Loneliness lays down his head
Wants to get you high, better take it now
A man like that’s like an unmade bed
Stained eyes searching for another way out
And, of course, Butterfingers is endlessly entertaining