Words and Music by Jakob Dylan
Do you ever stop to count all the invitations
At the end of the day when it comes down to one decision
Of dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention
All these sugars with no vitamin sensation
Do you ever stop to look over old relations?
Or look to the belly of another one's emotions?
Someone young in the winds of a revolution
Trying to save his face in the evolution
Asleep at the wheel
No windshield
But you know that the streets here don't change
He's kept alive in the chain of mental starvation
Bone-rail skinny, only feeding of frustration
Unlike you who seem bred from corruption
Feeding off the plates of an ununited nation
Asleep at the wheel
No windshield
But you know that the streets here don't change
With a lover in the streets who's waiting to make a connection
To be the mother to the soul of your next abortion
She'll steal your money with the eye's of a baby's complexions
Then she'll laugh at your and your sexual inventions
Smelling like a rose in the flowers of devotion
Devoted to the heat of a spotlight in motion
With a face full of mind even though you were only joking
As if you really understood the value of isolation
Asleep at the wheel
No windshield
But you know that the streets here don't change
Your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin'
Every smile you give's just to keep your mouth from closin'
Every engine burns as a sign of explosion
Locked in neutral your engines are broken
Like candle wax that sun melts into the ocean
Like the moon that lights the tracks of the old train station
You can color in the lines of Mother Earth's addictions
And not hold a gun in the face of the Earth's abduction
Asleep at the wheel
No windshield
But you know that the streets here don't change
Homeward Bound