Big Trouble

On the road again, just me and my cat
Looking for code on a greasy spoon place mat
Summer of rust with smog in the air
Choking on dust, flies in my hair

Got some new wheels and a pair of white kicks
Drawing a map in the air with swizzle sticks
In case I get caught, remember one thing:
A drowing man used his last lungful to sing

If I could just smell the flowers again
Walk in the morning, listen to rain
If I could just wash my eyes in the dawn
With nowhere left to go but on