I Am Disappeared

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 bed stand

So she can always run

She can get up, shower and in half an hour she'd be gone

I keep having dreams of things I need to do

Of waking up and 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'd be gone

And come morning

I am disappeared

Just an imprint

On the bed sheets

And by the roadside

With my thumb out

A car pulls up

And Bob's driving

And 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

Course the country

We are blood cells

Alive in

The blood stream

And beating heart of the country

We are electric

Pulses

In pathways

Of the sleeping soul of the country

We are electric

Pulses

In the pathway

Of the sleeping soul of the country

(We are electric)

The sleeping sould of the country

(The sleeping soul of the country x 2)