it feels good that the streets are wet

small relief from the summer heat

small dreams, and memories 

of sweet tea we seen


so much further lost than east

but el paso's only a few days back

there's nothin' ahead but the tracks

this train moves slower the further we get away


this notebook's filled and it's only been three days


i haven't slept since texas one ten

but it's hard without your dreams

it's not that i'm getting old, it's just nothin's new to me


it hurts more to arrive than leave

i never knew it got so cold

everyplace i go is close, but know that it's not home


el paso seems like years ago

and i know now that it is

this place moves faster than the roads

but i pay no attention to them


i still find dreams of texas one ten

but it's not from lack of sleep

it's not that i'm getting tired

i'm just tired of staying awake