Well I've been working on becoming what I am In this bus-terminal bathroom And these days I dream like I live of trash! And scammed Grayhound passes Why don't I take a shower you wonder ... I(?) guess what I can't smell, I JUST CAN'T REMEMBER!! So I'm doing my best to smell just like this basement forever Forever Well isn't hitchiking dead they all ask Not as long as I'm still broke and breathing And if they don't cut this thumb off my dead fist well then I'm on this on ramp for eternity There ain't nothing like singing your heart out to nobody as you fall asleep by the side of the road you know I never felt quite as free or quite as alone or quite as alone