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 sensationDo 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 evolutionAsleep at the wheel
No windshield
But you know that the streets
Here don't changeHe's kept alive in the chain of mental starvation
Bone rail skinny, only feeding off frustration
Unlike you who seem bred from corruption
Feeding off the plates of an ununited nationAsleep at the wheel
No windshield
But you know that the streets
Here don't changeWith a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connection
To be the mother to the soul of your next abortion
She'll steal your money with the eyes of a baby's complexion
Then she'll laugh at you and your sexual inventionSmelling like a rose, in the flowers of devotion
Devoted the heat of a spotlight in motion
With a face full of mud even though you were only joking
As if you really understood the value of isolationAsleep at the wheel
No windshield
But you know that the streets
Here don't changeYour tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin'
Every smile you give's just to keep your mouth from clothin'
Every engine burns as a sign of the explosion
Locked in neutral your engines are brokenLike 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 abductionAsleep at the wheel
No windshield
But you know that the streets
Here don't change
Songwriters
DYLAN, JAKOBPublished by
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