"Slingshot Through The Poconos In The Batmobile!" lyrics
So having overstayed my welcome
I slingshot through the Poconos in the Batmobile
Sidewinding my way about the dips and valleys of the mountain side.
The roiling and undulating kaleidoscopic Milky Way mountain sky cursing me from up ahead.
Every so often I pull over on to the side of the road and in all earnest go "The Majesty!"
There are two times when you say the word "majesty".
When you're a peasant begging for your life from a mad king, and when you shouldn't be driving.
And I was both, man!
On my knees in the Pocono mountain dirt begging the God King of the cosmos for some respite, for some sign, and it looking down at me like
"Hmm, I think not, boy, take him away!"
And I started to think about just not going home. It's something that I'd thought about a lot during this period, this idea of getting in the car and driving off into the sunset with no goodbyes.
I'd even compiled this list of weird towns through America I'd like to stop in on this open ended walkabout sort of thing where I would be free to become anybody I'd like or perhaps nobody at all.
I was the only person on the road for miles, okay
I was only a danger to myself, okay
Just save your judgement, look, I don't condone anything, okay
If anybody ever asks you, does Will Wood condone-
No!
End of question, end of sentence
Don't, I don't do the condone, don't...
I slingshot through the Poconos in the Batmobile
Sidewinding my way about the dips and valleys of the mountain side.
The roiling and undulating kaleidoscopic Milky Way mountain sky cursing me from up ahead.
Every so often I pull over on to the side of the road and in all earnest go "The Majesty!"
There are two times when you say the word "majesty".
When you're a peasant begging for your life from a mad king, and when you shouldn't be driving.
And I was both, man!
On my knees in the Pocono mountain dirt begging the God King of the cosmos for some respite, for some sign, and it looking down at me like
"Hmm, I think not, boy, take him away!"
And I started to think about just not going home. It's something that I'd thought about a lot during this period, this idea of getting in the car and driving off into the sunset with no goodbyes.
I'd even compiled this list of weird towns through America I'd like to stop in on this open ended walkabout sort of thing where I would be free to become anybody I'd like or perhaps nobody at all.
I was the only person on the road for miles, okay
I was only a danger to myself, okay
Just save your judgement, look, I don't condone anything, okay
If anybody ever asks you, does Will Wood condone-
No!
End of question, end of sentence
Don't, I don't do the condone, don't...
