Wheels

It’s been four days
I’m driving around
my nails are carved into
the steer and the ground

I’m safe, I’m drunk, I’m lost
Need no map or chart
It will make no difference
On an off-road of ghosts
or half dead vagabonds

It’s been four years
I’m still lying around
my skin is blue and wrinkled
but my mind is found

I’m safe, I’m drunk, I’m found
Need no map or chart
It will make no difference
‘cause I know my way
is straight ahead, not down.

NMS, 29/01/2008