i am disappeared

I Am Disappeared

I Am Disappeared - 4:47
I keep having dreams
Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan,
Of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them,
Of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom,
Of open seas and ways of life we've forgotten.
I keep having dreams.

Amy worked in a bar in Exeter.
I went back to her house and I slept beside her.
She woke up screaming in the middle of the night,
Terrified of her own insides.
Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst
Breaking through a life over-rehearsed.
She can't remember which came first:
The house, the home, or the terrible thirst.
She keeps having dreams.

And on the worst days,
When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tonnes,
She's got her cowboy boots and car keys on the bedstand
So she can always run.
She can get up, shower, and in half an hour she'll be gone.

I keep having dreams of things I need to do,
Of waking up but not following through.
But it feels like I haven't slept at all,
When I wake to a silence and she's facing the wall.
Posters of Dylan and of Hemingway,
An antique compass for a sailor's escape.
She says "you just can't live this way",
And I close my eyes and I never say:
I'm still having dreams.

And on the worst days,
When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tonnes,
I sleep with my passport,
One eye on the back door,
So I can always run.
I can get up, shower, and in half an hour I'll be gone.

And come morning,
I am disappeared,
Just an imprint on the bedsheets.
I'm by the roadside with my thumb out.
A car pulls up, and Bob's driving.
So I climb in;
We don't say a word
As we pull off into the sunrise.
And these rivers of tarmac are like arteries across the country.
We are blood cells alive in the bloodstream
Of the beating heart of the country.
We are electric pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country.

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