Sleepdriving - Grand Archives

Snow fell thick and small

It buried us all in a 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

As through your window, I stare out

Someday we’ll be too old

Cold winter air put an ache in your 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

As through your window I stare out

Someday we’ll be too old

It’s nearly dawn, in a motel home

The shades were drawn to hide the storm

Without a sound, the TV glows

The blankets tied around our throats

Swirling round, the light above

Outside the crows were waking up

It’s nearly dawn

In a Motel home was nearly gone

No sleep at all

Outside, those crows

In lines, on those

Frozen roads and wires, sleepdriving away