dr. irving kirsch has got a study out, you see, about the chemical imbalance of the brain, the controversy centers around the source and cure for that old thing they call depression i read the article in silence while my mother takes her medicine. sitting here alone i'm thinking about how things have been, about the emptiness i feel sometimes, i'll flirt with it, i'll treat it like a muse, put it to work, but then i won't know where it's gone. it's overshadowed by some thing that's come along… like attention from this one cute girl. from a couple hundred miles up the road. i ask her what she thinks, she says "in truth, well i don't know. these things come and go.” and when all this introspection gets me feeling too unstable, take my bike out for a ride, i'll have a drink and see the monuments to all those overrated men from our tired history, yeah for some reason it means something to me. i'd take this car some thousand miles. if i sublet my room i might not worry about money for a while. if that sounds good to you, well you could come along, but either way i'm headed on…