I am a Verb, You are a Noun (chasin’ the snail)

The sun comes up
So I pull down the shades
Because it makes me sad
To hear the sound of birds
When I'm feeling
Bad

& I don't mean to be blunt
But all I really want
Is to smoke some herb
& get outta town
I am a verb
You are a noun

The blacktop peels
Back, to reveal
A railroad track
And somewhere beneath the veins
Of a valley rail
Lie the overgrown remains
Of a dusty trail

& I’ve been traversin’ this trail
For 20-some years
Chasin’ the snail
& grindin’ the gears

* * *

Don’t need no map
Don’t need no I.D
All we need to know is here we are
And you are you
And I am me

But how free can we really be
With a mandatory sense
Of false security
Sailing the seas of hideous idiocy?

* * *

Now I’m looking at the walls
Because how is a man
On a set of wheels
Supposed to stand?

And when he falls
And his feet are buried
In the ground
Don’t count him out
Cuz he ain’t down
He’ll still look you in the eye
And say, “I am a verb, you are a noun.”