Provisions

There's a dead deer in the road up ahead
 Must be an omen
 From an hour ago or so
 Must have been chosen
 And the day moves fast, and the day moves slow
 Don't I know it?
 And I never met a morning that I didn't like
 And I never met a night that I wouldn't try twice
 You should go before the dawn
 Cast no shadows
 But I'm already gone, mmh
 And grab provisions
 There's nothing for a hundred miles
 And cast your vision
 On the dark road
 For a while
 Storm is coming now, it sits in a cloud
 And soon the sky will open up its big mouth
 I feel it in my bones, I feel so alone
 My heart's the guitar, and my mouth the piano
 I have many teeth in many different keys
 Honey, if you're good, then don't do it for free
 Do what I have to do, say what I have to say
 Put a quarter in my jukebox then be on your way
 And grab provisions
 There's nothing for a hundred miles
 And cast your vision
 On a memory
 For a while
 Puerto Rican bride with tears in her eyes
 On her wedding day
 Oh, loves a parade, but don't just give it away
 Choose carefully
 Confetti in my hand, are you ready to be a man?
 Are you inside the kingdom, or just dead where you stand?
 And the tin cans drum on the pavement
 And somebody yells, "Someone save us!"
 You were a wishing well, oh, inside of hell
 And I'd stand over you and I'd laugh as it fell
 Wish you would come again
 As lovers or friends, I don't care but 'til then
 Grab provisions
 There's nothing for a hundred miles
 And cast your vision
 On a melody
 For a while
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 Oh, sound off, one, two
 Three, four, who's at the door?
 And five, six, who is this?
 And seven, eight, I'm feeling fine
 And sound off, one, two
 Three, four, get on the floor
 And five, six, pick up sticks
 And seven, eight, who's at the gate?
 Oh, and sound off, one, two
 Three, four, who's at my door
 And five, six, who is this?
 And seven, eight, mm-mm-mm
 Grab provisions
 There's nothing for a hundred miles
 And cast your vision
 On the dark road
 For a while