Wild Onions

I blinked and I was twenty-five in a motel
In Bozeman, Montana eating kratom with Dave
Funny thing about feelings is they like to surf
The pain comes in waves
I was a cosmic American with an AM station for a brain
Cigarette stains, looking for a match
It was then and only then I realized there's a list of things I can do
And an even bigger one of things I can't

Bright as a cup of coffee in America
You're a masterpiece
I was tooting my horn
Feeling forlorn
Lowdown as I could be
There's wild onions, honey
Living moss on the logs
Nothing really dies down here, does it?
It just goes where it belongs
Come to my side, we got hot dogs
And we keep all our promises
You got your mama's Honda
Your daddy's jaundice
Never really kept you from being honest, baby
Don't be scared of nothing

I sighed and I was nineteen with face paint
Self-inflicted wound and a half-pack of Pall Malls
With Linda, sweet Linda
I left 50-watt amps subconscious
In a limestone cave with a flashlight
Looking for a window
I was beating my drum for my lost son
In the desert, Jesu joy of man's desire
It's dry in there
I was a veteran of an imaginary war, still sore
I think part of me died in there

Bright as a cup of coffee in America
You're a masterpiece
I was tooting my horn
Feeling forlorn
Lowdown as I could be
There's wild onions, honey
Living moss on the logs
Nothing really dies down here, does it?
It just goes where it belongs
Come to my side, we got hot dogs
And we keep all our promises
You got your mama's Honda
Your daddy's jaundice
Never really kept you from being honest, baby
Don't be scared of nothing

I met a fellow traveler on the trail
All's well that ends well
Say farewell to Orwell
We were shuckin'
All the skeptical monks in their swimming trunks
Doing big slam dunks
I got them all to make up
They were hugging
You had your Corvette visions with low ambitions
In the Quonset hut you lived in
Downstream
And you reached your zen
But the mind caved in
And the insurance ain't gonna cover all them dreams

Bright as a cup of coffee in America
You're a masterpiece
I was tooting my horn
Feeling forlorn
Lowdown as I could be
There's wild onions, honey
Living moss on the logs
Nothing really dies down here, does it?
It just goes where it belongs
Come to my side, we got hot dogs
And we keep all our promises
You got your mama's Honda
Your daddy's jaundice
Never really kept you from being honest, baby
Don't be scared of nothing
Don't be scared of nothing