And I, it's why I stay up late at night
White cracks on my ceiling come to life
And I, I'm here in body, not in mind
I'm here in body not in mind

As long as I'm able
I'll pick up this pen to write
I'll tell all my fables
Though they seem a bit contrived
Still I'll bus my own table
Make sure I leave nothing behind
Yeah it's all just another device

We had met in the desert neath an interstate ramp
I had made my own path
Through the Mojave's wrath
You had your things with you some kind of supertramp
For a few nights we camped
Shared stories of the past

You said
"You're young enough to let it all go
The money, women, tainted dreams
Its a blood pump full of kerosene
It's a shaky road filled up with all the finer things;
No dramamine -
It's a head on crash to middle age
In a car that you aren't steering"
So as long as I'm able
I will pick up my pen to write
I'll call my own fables
As I see them every night
Spare me your labels
I saw that man with my two eyes
No its not
No it's not just another device

I think the ones that are close make it sweet
The desert air would parse my lips and
Leave a soft heavy honey
I wake up, cold sweated in February's breeze
I forged another tale of nothing
Beneath my blue eyes darkened sheath

Bernardino's saint
And all his thoughts alone
His somber thoughts condone
The outside of me

You left me all alone
Back to the metronomic
Ways i went along
And knew how to be
You left me all alone
You left me all alone
You left me all alone
In a crisis

Yeah we've all got our own
We've all got our own
We've all got our own
Sort of vices

But, oh
I'm not making this up

So as long as I'm able
I will pick up my pen to write
I'll call my own fables
As I see them every night
Spare me your labels
I saw that man with my own eyes
No its not
No it's not just another device