Texas One Ten
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
Writer/s: Horace Pinker