brother spare me change of direction
and hail away my checkered past
flag me down four wheels in motion
to a clean slated promised land
 

return the favor when I’m able
should me meet in a better place
we’ll break our bread on a brand new table
and our wine from a brand new case
but till then...
 

I’ll grab my soul and a fistful of dollars
and scrape the coins from the wishing well
click my heals and pick my pockets dry
for the fare of a farewell taxi ride