Ballad of Herman Dune (High on Rye & Lost at Sea)

The old Main Street is fumes and vapes
I've been driving Downtown with the Basement Tapes
There is nowhere else I'd rather be
Except for being here if you'd be with me
There's a guy on the corner of Pacific and 8th
He spins all day in his roller skates
Carries a Chihuahua in a pink backpack
cnd he's giving me a heart-attack
Someone asks me what it is I do
cnd I say Moby Dick what is it to you?
My job is just to drive around
Like an Uber around town
Picking words along the way
Take them to my piano at the end of the day
Hope they line up into a tune
Good enough for Herman Dune

Now I'm doing 90 on the express lane
I'm going to Carls and so I can't complain
I can't exit 'cause no one blinks
Now I'm starving and my hair is pink
I'm looking out for the yellow star
I've got no GPS in my car
My tooth is rotten like Harley Quinn
You can only lose if you're trying to win

I use to dream of the LBC
Watching Snoop Dogg on the MTV
Now I miss my youth and I miss my tooth
But I'm cruising and sipping on Gin&Juice
Going over the bridge and Eva Green
The cherry boats and the sweet sixteens
You just can't count on experience
They'll go for your neck if they're given a chance
Throw a buck and get in line
You'll get a piece of me for your piece of mind
I hate the sound of the ghetto birds
But I'll dig your song if you dig your words
Terminal Island is the place to be
If you really really really wanna be like me
High on rye and lost at sea
Coming up the LBC