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Let's give up on coal mines and turn our backs on the scarecrow ghostsI want to cast out the nauseating faces to the hot streetsWatch them run down by semis and tractors and school busesBecause on a racetrack you don't go anywhereNo matter how fast you rideGive us a car or a railroadAnd then we'll get somewhereSo send me fall air and let me get healthyI won't walk the death march anymore and I won't waste my days chasing the dollarI'm going to let my hands be hammers and let my feet stomp mountainsI'm going to call all my friends and send books to my cousinsSo don't give me grief in your heartful wordsI want to give away all my shit and drive south to san diegoAnd stall tall atop mount soledad at midnightAnd stare out across the cityThe dark squares where neighbourhoods sleepThe porch lights shining and headlights and streetlamps like landing shipsI want to see all the taco shops and darkened barsThe football field and baseball diamond at ? Bay high schoolWhere in the daytime marching bands stomp and beat drumsAnd whistles blow and flags snap in the breezeWant to see the grocery stores and fast food parking lotsAnd before the sun comes up and we all race homeI'm going to throw my worries off the edgeAnd watch them disappear into the sage and thornsGone far away into blackness From Letras Mania