I've seen it done like the way the dogs do    I'll think it over, we're standing into    Your phoney life but now it's all dry    Can't take it you will see    Not more than others...your phoney life    Like I don't hear them,    But I'll tell you something else    When we get to the desert it's out       What we left in the past....it tears me up    Pulled into a truck stop...my luck is over    The plan is failing....I think not    What we left in the past...it tears me up       It's not what you're used to...   in the middle of nowhere       But i'm an old man I love to wander distantly   Your phoney life but now it's all dry ,   If It seemded that i had my self   Controlled...   That's a lie