death by interstate

i was walking down the road when i ran into two guys that i did not know i told them that i had been walking for days, and they asked "by the way, where you headed son?" i replied "i don't care" and they said "yeah, you sure are getting there" further on down the way, i came across a toothless old lady who stopped me just to say "boy, you do look hungry" "no ma'am that's just the face thati always make" dead-headed, walking through the dead of nightas the cops roll on by gas station pumps and bums who skipped lunch just so they can get a bit drunk now i, like you, do get tired to so i look for a place to rest my head but when i close my eyes i keep having visions of the living dead so won't you come on back to me, sanity? it's what i want,and it iswhat i need for all i have now are blistered feet from walking up and down this same old street and lacking a warm place to sleep to rest my soul for it is weak i have not slept for nearly three whole weeks and i could use a rest