Text: The Whomping Willows. The Tour Song.

Driving down i80 again
I'm going 16 hours just to see my friends
and family.
Played in Ohio again.
Played the same damn set for those kids again.
Now, I can't see.
The sky's scarred with serpent clouds.
I'm gonna stare right at 'em til they scream out loud.
and rescue me.
Wake me up from this nightmare ride.
Wake my demons before they tear me up inside.
Have mercy on me.

Ain't it funny how the further I go,
The less I really feel?
I'll keep searching the whole world over,
'til I find something real.

Met a girl in O-K-C.
Nearly died right there in the library.
This must be love.
Time is short, talk is cheap.
So I'll keep on staring at my feet.
Oh gawd, give me a shot.
Met a girl in Panama.
She was looking at the strings on my guitar.
And asking me
If I've ever been here before,
And before I knew it, we were out the door,
and drowning whiskey.

Ain't it funny how the more we kissed,
The less we really feel?
Just lay beside me tonight,
so I can feel something real.

Like a heart beat
Or a whisper
Or a soft breath
Or a shiver
Like a heartbeat
Or a whisper
Or a soft breath
Or a shiver

Like a heartbeat
Or a whisper
Or a soft breath
Or a shiver
Like a heartbeat
Or a whisper
Or a soft breath
Or a shiver

Ain't it funny how the further I go,
The less I really feel?
I'll keep searching the whole world over,
'Til I find something real.