daydream nation

all of a sudden you've got to shout,
shout out out out out out out out,
but its neither the time nor the place,
and you've got a discriminate eye,
you'll die before you go back,
you'll promise yourself so many empty lies when you lay in your bed,
sporting a week long pair of jeans and an undershirt,
someday you'll be free of it,
someday you'll be the american dream,
out on the road with 387 dollars and 19 cents and a canadian quarter,
asleep in the dark somewhere and there's no hills far from connecticut or where ever the fuck you're going to transpose this to,
but you think those times have passed,
maybe you should just go to canada,
with three hundred eighty seven american dollars and 19 cents,
and return to them their quarter,
because the soda machines won't take it anyways,
and i'm so lost on the road to nowhere that its looking familiar,
one hazy adventure slowly drifts a day away,
and i'm crazy i know it,
yr crazy too, but you don't see, you don't hear, i don't feel,
man nothing about this can possibly be real.