Milemarking

I've chased this blue moon down all night,

have I been gaining any ground?

Your picture's stapled to my dash.

I'm done killing time in gray ghost towns.

I'm heading south in search of life;

the blinding turns, the twisting knives,

now I'm just driving straight on.

I'll scrape the freezing rain off this window pane;

a couple states from sane, eyes aching, drift awaken.

Until the ice bleeds blue, until the green shoots through.

Until I get to you, I'll brace for your screen door.

Gravity struck, I rolled downhill.

Seen depths I've never seen before.

It's hard to warm against concrete;

you can't wrap your arms around a floor.

So now I beat a fast retreat back to SLP and your street;

can you just hold on?

Living reckless and naive;

it's always so easy to leave but then it's hard to get back.

I closed my eyes and I looked at you,

counted up all of my mistakes,

choked some more muddy coffee back,

and did my best just to stay awake.

If I could just stay awake,

don't know why I left you.