Provisions

There's a dead deer in the road up ahead

Must be an omen

From an hour ago or so

Must have been chosen

And the day moves fast, and the day moves slow

Don't I know it

And I never met a morning that I didn't like

And I never met a night that I wouldn't try twice

You should go before the dawn

Cast no shadows

But I'm already gone, mmm

And grab provisions

There's nothing for a hundred miles

And cast your vision on the dark road

For a while

Storm is coming now

It sits in a cloud

And soon the sky will open up its big mouth

I feel it in my bones

I feel so alone

My heart's the guitar, and my mouth the piano

I have many teeth in many different keys

Honey, if you're good then don't do it for free

Do what I have to do

Say what I have to say

Put a quarter in my jukebox then be on your way

And grab provisions

There's nothing for a hundred miles

And cast your vision on a memory

For a while

Puerto Rican bride with tears in her eyes on her wedding day

Oh, loves a parade, but don't just give it away, choose carefully

Confetti in my hand, are you ready to be a man

Are you inside the kingdom or just dead where you stand?

And the tin cans drum on the pavement

And somebody yells, "Someone save us"

You were a wishing well inside of hell

And I'd stand over you and I'd laugh as it fell

Wish you would come again, as lovers or friends

I don't care but till then

Grab provisions

There's nothing for a hundred miles

And cast your vision on a melody

For a while

(Music)

Oh, sound off, one, two, three, four

Who's at the door?

And five, six, who is this?

And seven, eight, I'm feeling fine

And sound off, one, two

Three, four, get on the floor

And five, six, pick up sticks

And seven, eight, who's at the gate

Oh, and sound off, one, two

Three, four, who's at my door

And five, six, who is this?

And seven, eight

Grab provisions

There's nothing for a hundred miles

And cast your vision on the dark road

For a while