Crawling the walls of my hotel room
On the corner of Misison and 9th
I’ve got a two channel TV and a tan clock radio
To tune me in to the world outside
The mattress sags in the middle
The dirty curtain drags on the floor
Depending on you aint something I’m used to
And I don’t know if I was built for
I called down to the front desk twice
Just to make sure this line still works
Then I go back to staring at this silent piece of plastic
And trying to push back my nerves
Just around ten to midnight
I feel the ringer scream
I let it rattle the desk a second time to test
My little relaxed routine
You said that everything was ready to go
Words I was waiting to hear
I grabbed my bag and a basic disguise
And I took one last look in the mirror
I’d been pacing this room in a panic so long
The desperation dampens the air
I taught a hotel clerk a little lesson about pressing
His nose in other men’s affairs
Now I’m on the highway it’s 3:30Am
I’m doing excessive speed Lord
I got a half-melted plastic Jesus on the dash
Of my ’94 Accord
I got a pawn shop purchased semi-automatic pistol
Underneath my seat
Wrappers of a dozen gas station speed pills
Crunch a rhythm out under my feet
Bad dreams in the back seat barking directions
Every time I check the rear-view mirror
Shaky hand reaching for the radio dial
But static is all we get around here
Ninety miles outside of Sacramento
Gas light glowing in the dawn
I took the second exit doing seventy-five
And I almost tried the guard rail on
Gotta find some fuel so I can make the rendezvous
The boys will be waiting on me
I slide into a Shell station on fumes
And put a couple wrinkled twenties down on three
Things around here are moving slower than I can
I spilled a little gas on my sleeve
I try to put the pump down in his resting place
And he looks just as tired as me
I’m way too tense to be sitting in this traffic
As I bounce back onto the road
Ive got an empty trunk and a gym bag riding shotgun
That’ll be searched when the car gets towed
I pull up to the pickup twenty seven minutes late
Straight faces all around
You put your rep on the line just to vouch for mine
And I don’t want to let you down
As I get my instructions and a few brief introductions
I feel like I’m talking a lot
I might have missed my cues and when this shit hits the news
I will wish I had not
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