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.