I grabbed my keys off the table
Took the ashes and spaghetti in a bag
Took the Greyhound into Needles
Met an old man who lost his fingers in a war

Crave a hearty fucking breakfast
Eat an almond that  you found in your shoe

But Needles sure was a bummer
So I took her past the mountains with the shitty name
Up past the Colorado river
Which I imagined lifting up and pouring down into a drain

Put the flag up on the mailbox
Just stand there, staring at the mailbox

In some grubby dump
There’s a hairbrush full of her hair;
The lucky are immortalized in statues
The rest of us just vanish in the air

Somewhere near Henserson I gave up
I just fell down in a gutter by the mall
And at the bottom of a staircase
Wept and saw this old, proud three-legged dog
And I figured maybe somehow
I was right where I was supposed to be

Right where I’m supposed to be
Right where I’m supposed to be