goodbye to oakland

i got two dollars and fifty-one cents

eighteen matches

a lighter

two pens

and a beat up copy of cannery row

five hundred miles left to go

everywhere i go i'm looking down

watching my old tennis shoes as they're wearing out

walking off these homesick blues

i may be drunk and lost but i'm not confused and

i know where this train is slowly going

north through k-falls then on to portland

i know i'm fucked up

it's stupid hoping

you'll answer phone calls

goodbye to oakland