Travis: Well, I know you and I ain’t talked too much, you know, but I figured you’ve been around a lot so you could…
Wizard: Shoot. That’s why they call me the Wizard.
Travis: I got, it’s just that I got a, I got a…
Wizard: Things uh, things got ya down?
Wizard: Yeah, it happens to the best of us.
Travis: Yeah, I got me a real down, real…I just wanna go out and, and you know like really, really, really do somethin’.
Wizard: The taxi life you mean?
Travis: Yeah, well. Naw, I don’t know. I just wanna go out. I really, you know, I really wanna, I got some bad ideas in my head, I just…
Wizard: Look, look at it this way, you know uh, a man, a man takes a job, you know, and that job, I mean like that, and that it becomes what he is. You know like uh, you do a thing and that’s what you are. Like I’ve been a, I’ve been a cabbie for seventeen years, ten years at night and I still don’t own my own cab. You know why? ‘Cause I don’t want to. I must be what I, what I want. You know, to be on the night shift drivin’ somebody else’s cab. Understand? You, you, you become, you get a job, you you become the job. One guy lives in Brooklyn, one guy lives in Sutton Place, you get a lawyer, another guy’s a doctor, another guy dies, another guy gets well, and you know, people are born. I envy you your youth. Go out and get laid. Get drunk, you know, do anything. ‘Cause you got no choice anyway. I mean we’re all fucked, more or less you know.
Travis: Yeah, I don’t know. That’s about the dumbest thing I ever heard.
Wizard: I’m not Bertrand Russell. Well what do ya want. I’m a cabbie you know. What do I know? I mean, I don’t even know what the fuck you’re talkin’ about.
Travis: Yeah I don’t know. Maybe I don’t know either.
Wizard: Don’t worry so much. Relax Killer, you’re gonna be all right. I know I seen a lot of people and uh, I know.
Travis: That’s the dumbest thing I ever heard.
the other one of me and bobby mcgee
He’s a prophet and a pusher, partly truth, partly fiction—a walking contradiction.
to be more precise
He’s a poet he’s a picker he’s a prophet he’s a pusher
He’s a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he’s stoned
He’s a walkin’ contradiction partly truth and partly fiction
Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home