Intro:
He said “I suffered from pavement rash, I've been bent, twisted, spent, de-gigged, flipped, trapped and ba-bapped.” But he said “I never was so *dug/drunk* in my whole life like I was with this here last gig you put me on. He said it was rough… It was gullah rough…”
Leave me a Bible by the side of the road
We're gonna need us a message
By the time we get to Oswego
87 days and half my brain
You know the road is long
But I'm short and I'm still the same
Friends can't fit in front of me
They spill out to the side
But they're here anyway
We're all here anyway
I've been struttin' around like the remedy
The cure for the sore and the bored
But I got something to say
I think so anyway
Get'er on quick before I stay
I'm gonna need me a reason to leave
By the end of the day
Maybe the next day
Slippin' down fast down the side of a slope
Onto the next stop
Slap a high five as I go
(five as I go)
Sure these nights are long
But I keep myself strong
Only burning one end of the candle
(I sleep all day)
Oh, I'm gone, I'm strange
I'm a human parade
I strain to remember it all
And I know what I can handle
But I'm toeing the line
I'm toeing the line on the border
Of what's good and what's insane
Toeing the line testing every folded corner of my brain
And if I want too much of life
My heart will understand
That I'm making the most
Of this great big grain of sand
‘Couple hundred years and a bottle of Scope
We're gonna need a fresh buzz
By the time we get to Rome
(Wasn't built in a day, you know)
Spot a mama-cita by the side of the road
You better get on board
We're gonna follow which way the wind's blowin'
Which way you goin'?
You could help me to decide
What to keep and
What to leave behind
Out of all, all this fruitful land
And I run so excited all the time
Sometimes I fall
But the more I look at you
The less I need to understand
The more I look at you
The less I need to understand
They tell me there's big mountains
Big time out here somewhere
This big grain of sand is all I need
All I know
And all I have
This is all I have
And we might build ourselves something nice after all
Outta this grain of sand
Throw the other bags by the side of the road
We're moving much too fast
And side by side we go
(Side a-we-go)
Find a $40 room with nothing on the walls
We're gonna fill it up nice
We're gonna paint it with conversation
Of our own creation
My, these walls are bare
But I can't help but stare
At all the fine folks filling up my eyes
And I'm so thankful for this time
Oh I, I hate to get all misty eyed
But I'm toeing the line
I'm toeing the line
I'm toeing the line
On the border of what's good
And what's insane
Toeing the line
Testing every folded corner of my brain
And if I want too much of life
My heart would understand
That I'm making the most
Of this great big grain of sand
Whoo!
I'm toeing the line
On the border of what's real and what's insane
Toeing the line
Reaching out for all the kindness that remains
And if I want too much of life
My heart would understand
I'm making the most of this great big grain
Making the most
Of this great big ol' grain
We're making the most
Of this great big grain of sand
This grain of sand