Not the Land (live)

So many miles behind, still I drive pedal down
Off the map hours back, it's beneath the seat, I think
With two pennies and a match and something else
I can't remember
But in the time that it would take to fish it out
I'll be another mile gone-
And I feel so wrong
Trying to feel right
In light of all the things I've past
You'd think that I'd have learned-

This is not the land was promised me
Even as far as my eyes can see
I'm so wound up I can't even breathe
I don't want words
I just want some peace-

Its seems I've misplaced me faith
It's 11:12 nothing's changed
Well nothing except the channel I'm afraid
And the number there
No, it's the same
Oh, this must be the savior of the month
And what I must have
Where's the night gone?
I'm so tired and out of shape
You've gotta get me up
But I can't get up today-
And it's been so long
Since I've felt right
All the rote, rehearsal, proof
You'd think that I'd have learned-

Break me-

This is not the land was promised me
Gotta get out of bed
Get me something to read
Gotta feed my brother
Not my eyes
If not, then I'll be all I despise