I'm stuck in a haze, these marathon daze Over and over I open my eyes deep in the night To cough rolling thunder There's smoke on my tongue And I'm no longer young I visit the river To cool off my mind under the Rhein Sweet blueberry shivers And I'm over analyzing every bloody thing King of nothing more than words that fail to bring meaning to my life I could use a little cabin in the woods Watch some birds and maybe smoke away the "shoulds" Perhaps then I'd find some quiet No more car alarms Crowded subway cars Indoor cigarettes Pressure on my chest No more mystery meats Suicidal streets Vomit by the door Sticky bathroom floors I miss the places that I know The places that I go to be alone I miss the places that I know The places that I go to be alone I miss endless fields Early family meals Peaceful dusk and dawn Barefoot on the lawn Walking with my mom Coffee with my dad Sisters laugh at me Climb the cherry tree I miss the places that I know The places that I go to be alone I miss the places that I know The places that I go to be alone