Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn
It smells of cheap wine and cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn
I'm so alone and I feel just like somebody else
I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here In between the city walls of dying dreams
I think her death it must be killing me
-Jakob Dylan
I heard this song today and realized I had never listened to the lyrics - pretty melancholy song. Don't know what Jakob was thinking when he wrote it, but the chorus stuck in my head all day - One Headlight.
