Asleep at the Wheel

A struggle.

As soon as the sun comes up
I struggle to come back from
The place where I spend each night
That little wooden cottage
Buried a top the mountains where
The snow is plenty
I rest my head there and hope for war

Each new day brings a chance
To escape from nothing
All I want is to run away
But there is nowhere to go
So I slow down and tie my shoe
While the light is changing
The traffic goes in a blur
Leaving me guessing
Where I should be
Yeah, what should I do

The girls walked over to the bar
Where I was sitting
I sipped my drink and said hello
They must have not been listening
Out into the world they went
And I never thought back
But I took my shame and bad haircut
And I sat in my cold car
Watching as my breath did dances
Just for me

So then I started going
The highway was dark
The snow was falling, yeah, it fell so hard
I shifted back and forth to reach some kind of comfort
My eyes felt heavy
And my heart felt cold

So I dreamed about what I was not
A little more than something
A face without any marks
Or a singer with a voice
Someone who could play each note without making mistakes
A son that could make them proud
But instead I am falling
I'm just so tired
It makes no sense, but, what else does
Written words are just for those
Who want to cry

So I made an acknowledgement
The wind is drifting
The food is stale and the wine is trite
I used to be so hungry
But I sold my taste and pawned my sight
I won't be needing either
I left myself on a road somewhere
And I think I stopped begging