Cocaine

i pulled into the station just after four a.m.
after a night of lights and cocaine.
so i lit another cigarette,
take it in and let it out again,
only to watch my world fly by,
from state line to state line.

the starting out of daylight,
on a one lane highway.
with nothing but mountains
in the rear view,
and a picture of you on the dash.

and me,
my problem is i'm always right.
i argue for the sake of argument.
i argue it's raining when it's not,
i argue for the sake of argument.
i disagree to make things harder.
and when you give in,
i push a little more.
i argue for the sake of being right,
but i'm not.

and up ahead now out on sixteen,
it's just about six a.m.
stop at the all-night diner,
and flick away the ash.
just like i do,
with everything else.

and i know there's more to life than this.
but i just haven't found it yet.
so welcome to,
"bievennue."
my hearts still on 5th avenue.
the postcard stated clearly in words,
"you do what you want. i don't want to get hurt."
it's where you are,
you do what you want.