Life on the Run

Home alone with Philip Roth

And a sweater I got from H & Mop

It's the first day of summer and I got me a fever

Open a message from Turner and he says,

"Ivar, c'est bon, man

I live the life of a raconteur

I play guitar and I go on tour

It doesn't matter that I am poor

I'm a king, man"

Sixteen sharks in a tidal wave

Can't even look at a blade and so I never shave

I get irrational fears and tomato teeth

And cold, cold sweat from anxiety

Man, I'm feelin' like a Batman

I'm feelin' like Superman

I'm feelin' like a man who's got to hide

Everything is from the world outside

And it's not cool

I bruised a muscle and I broke my jaw

I'm bein' a-hassled by the goddamn law

They get away with murder and racial wars

Then I'm just watchin' Louie, free of charge

But now they're chasin' my tail and they open my mail

They want my ass in jail and it seems unfair

It's out there

I got a girl and she is dope

For my birthday she got me a telescope

She says it's for the eclipse, for the moon and sun

I watched the people it on the street, it's a lot more fun

See I'm a bit of a voyeur

Or maybe weirdly wired

I rule the city from a rockin' chair

State policies, laissez-faire

Do it, man

See, I can't settle down

I go crazy when I stay in town

I only come to life on the run

Get me on a plane, man

On a bus or on a train, man

And in the mornin', I'll be gone

Fake IDs and a real mustache

Marijuana from a private stash

I never get high but I'll give it a try man

I'm goin' legal in Californ-I-A

I'm on my way

With a fistful of sand and an old palm tree

I close my eyes and then I count to three

And it's alright

I dig the Beatles and I dig the blues

The Moldy Peaches and the Silver Jews

I can never imagine what my life would be

If I hadn't always had Bob Dylan with me

I mean, everything he wrote

Man I'm strung out on heroes

My friend Jeff Louis said songs about song-writing suck

So I won't even mention the writer's block

I go through sometimes

See, I can't settle down

I go crazy when I stay in town

I only come to life on the run

Get me on a boat, man

On a horse or on a goat, man

And in the morning, I'll be gone

In the morning, I'll be gone

In the morning, I'll be gone

In the morning, I'll be gone, gone, gone, gone, gone