Fire Works and Karate Supplies

Today the sky isn't water color painted
It's been molded out of colors dirtier than our faces
But the farther north we drive
The heat subsides
Inviting my drowsy eyes
To meet new places

I could probably make a buck or two
If I collected the shit on the side of the road
Or add it to my kingdom of garabage heaps
That I cant throw away back at home

But every where is different unless you stay for a while
Then ya see the same bars of soap
The sample size shampoo
The same white hotel towels

People seem to parallel
With the people back at home
Back in manchester
Back in cleavland
Back in toronto
But no matter where,
I'm always a stranger
Everywhere I go

Some guy approached me
In a town i'd never been to before
We had an intellegent conversation
But fucked up and horny he still wanted more
And that night he tried to convince to go home with him
He said, "you know girl, we could really be close friends"
And he rubbed up against me
And said too many dirty things
He was a strapping pompous asshole
A dick to say the least
Never thought a chick would turn him down
Untill he met me

I guess people seem to parallel
With the people back at home
But I'm always a little stronger
Everywhere I go

Fire Works and Karate Supplies
Two miles at the next exit
So I guess in two miles
Fire works or karate supplies
Will be the last rest stop we hit
And I sure hope they have a bathroom there
Cos for the past few miles I've had to piss
And the bumpy road we're riddin on really isn't helpin it

My eyes are trying to convince me
That they've never been so tired
Straight faced
Gazing in to the passing color streeks
And the intriguing spinning tires
With the memory of a goldfish
To replace my over analystic mind
So every single tree we pass
Never seems to go by

And I think the dead fish and the farms Organized a fierce coup de'tat
Cos the breathable air didnt know what hit him
When he sunk below the rot
And it'd do no good to close our open windows
Now that the stentch inside has loomed
Plus the heat would just gang up on us
And take up all the room

The grey street reflects the sky
Like a river and takes us home
But I'd really rather keep going
Swimming with the flow
And it seems everywere is different
Unless you stay for a while
The bars of soap
The shampoo
The white hotel towels
But there are those subtle differences
And you know, I'm in it for the ride
And my contentness for one place
Comes and goes like the oceans indesisive tide

And its kinda funny now
How the sky isnt water color painted
How its been splattered with colors dirtier than our faces
But i've learned alot and left my boot print in so many new places.
I guess all thats left to do is let this grey river take me home.