Walking on Sand

Walking on sand Is driving in southern California Contemplating my hand I can't pause when my story it falls I can't tell if it's a boo or catcall And I can't tell about your lovin' but I can take this down to the fortress And know you there and about two weeks Once I know Where I'm going to hit I hope it ain't unglued from creative pursuit Cause I'm getting bored just sitting dirt If you don't find your eyes You will fade and die They're all gonna scream themselves into Oblivion and that's what they want That's what they want What they paid for The wrong words were I heard something sneaking up behind Could be a bear sneakin' up on me Been on the road for almost three months and Don't you know how I get when that happens I'm feeling a little aggregated Aye Oh Listen to the void