8/1/2009

last night I was too tired to hunt
to spend the night searching
for something I’m not sure I want
I didn’t feel a breath on my neck
or a hand locked in mine
or anything that might
lead me to thinking that this old town
is exactly
where I need to be
I’ve been crossing these roads
for so long
and I’m tired of driving
without moving on
I need to take these
wheels ‘cross the sea
or ‘cross this country
find somewhere to be
other than me

meeting girls in the back of friends cars
hoping someday to take the dive
take the drive
out
of this city where all I ever see
is an awkward little grin
leading to another sin
and it’s happening again
if I don’t step in
and say

I’m going home
wherever that is
I’ll figure it out
when I finally hit
a place where my mind
can finally rest
and I won’t go to sleep
with this weight on my chest