Pilgrim

A little blood and vomit on the car seat

And the tooth is sitting in my lap

Brother if you’re hungry but not wounded

Then it’s time to stop and check the map

Pilgrim

Where’s your head at?

Are you paying the birds to sing?

Well it won’t work

On the true path

Where the wretched are growing wings

If the ancient wisdom came in bottles

I would tell my terror where to go

But I don’t know who would do the dishes

'Cause I’d be lying wasted in the road

Pilgrim

Where’s your head at?

Are you paying the birds to sing?

Meet me

On the true path

I’ll be dizzy from growing wings

My tears

My tears

My kicking up the love dirt

I fear

It’s the only way

Pilgrim

Whatcha lookin' at me for?

My disaster has come and gone

It left me

By the roadside

With my shadow

And one more song