Three Sleeps

Somehow woke up with a broken lightbulb in my back
Somehow fell asleep in Georgia heat next to the tracks
No train of thought just an empty lot and lungs full of pitch black
No counting sheep, no CBD—just the best sleep I've ever had

The second best was at a rest stop somewhere in upstate
We dragged our beds up the mountain head, high enough to consecrate
Woke up in the morning with a sunburn on my face
Saw that we'd slid down and slept ourselves back on to the highway

Am I nostalgic or am I just tired all the time?

My number three in Tennessee was floating down the stream,
A tube for beers, a tube for cigs, and a tube for all our dreams
Didn't even wake up when I heard his preteen scream
That rope swing laughing as he cried above his shattered knees
Or when that super trooper charged the bank and pulled his taser on me

Am I nostalgic or am I just tired all the time?
The more we wake the more we hate the lapses in our lives
When you lost my keys in Albany to the pool table that night
I called you something that still cuts me deep inside
It only took three sleeps to fall in love with all these dreams
And now I'm scared I won't get there or anywhere it seems