after three nights in jail, I head north from Toyaville

switch to 285 in Pecos, head up to Red Bluff



my walk's real steady and my eyes are real cold

when I feel like I'm only sixteen years old

lost in a travel lodge 

with the television on with the sound down

I don't feel so tough

old issues of sunset magazine to read

sleep for twelve hours

dream about home



I have no place to go

so I drive up to New Mexico

fix my eyes in the rearview when I cross the stateline

and I panic I guess

and although it's quite late

I take the first exit to 128

I am coming back to Midland and I hope you won't mind



polaroids of the two of us

scattered on the passenger seat

I drive slowly and eat early

and I dream about home