Grand Archives Sleepdriving
Snow fell thick and small
It buried a starlit fog
You remembered it all
I'm sleepdriving away
Metal and mold, bourbon and clove
Mirrors and smoke, yesterday's clothes
I'm sleepdriving away
Eyes through your window, I stare out
And some, someday we'll be too old
Cold will ache with making you jaw
You're only as old as you say that we are
I'm sleepdriving away
The trunk of the car filled with all that we own
This old Pontiac's starting to feel like a boat
I'm sleepdriving away
Eyes through your window I stare out
And some, someday we'll be too old
It's nearly dawn, your motor home
The shades were drawn to hide the storm
Without a sound, TV glow
The blankets tied around our throats
Swirling round, the light above
Outside the crows were waking up
It's nearly dawn
Motor home was nearly gone
No sleep at all
Outside, those crows
In life, oh noes
Frozen roads and run
Sleepdriving away
