Sleep
It was a headache that woke me up
A motor running in the garage
The knife left in the median
Where west met east and I walked between
The lights left off in my room
And the empty bottle clanking home
And nobody knows the rush of touching her hand and the sweat
Slow and deliberate
It was the rhythm of choice
The lights and the noise
Cold cheeks by dawn
Press play and wait for day
The same repeating song
And it won't sound the same
I'm already gone
I'd leave the pages open were there anything to read
I'd walk the line for longer but don't know where it leads
The engine laid its blanket over me
But it was your voice that put me to sleep