The Runner's High - Telethon

New brand of thinking I assumed today

Dull dread and fatalism

All of it washed away

The hours ticking put an awful strange spring in my step

From the shoreline, to the outlying

I’m looking everywhere

Everyone’s wasting time

Feral momentum

Exhilaration sets as I

Stopped presuming that it’s all bad

Stopped concluding I’m miserable

Stopped my circling round the don’t haves

As the don’t haves all turn to won’t

Gone below, the feelings go

You too can get past by

Pan to ground and Pan to sky

Your modern life’s a lie

Your TV’s broke

Smoked your last smoke

The kegs have all run dry

Doomsday impending, true, but I still can’t say

Drove a semi first time today

Couldn’t find the owner, it was parked along the interstate

Key in ignition and a samurai sword on the seat

With a note etched in

«To anyone who needs it

Keep it steady, kid, I just got the trans fixed

I’ll throw myself from cliffs.

immediate west

My skin’ll rot in the ocean

Won’t get ripped like the rest

It’s a shame it had to end bad

Thought I’d bust through the gates to see mom and dad

But it never moves along like that

I’m not the state house out the window, i’m the sill, I’m the goddamn rat»

You know, you never know

How the news’ll pass you by

On that same note, you never know

When you’re gonna wake up enlightened

Subdued the hum

The horror’s numbed

Some call it the runner’s high

Doomsday impending true

So today there’s no way I can…

New brand of thinking I assumed today

Round up your blessings and realize you’ve been OK

A minute here beats a minute not existing any day

I took it north until the tank ran dry

Dove out the driver’s seat to test if I could fly

That fucker coasted and I never saw it stop

Scraped and bruising, I arose, picked my shoes from the blacktop