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I've chased this blue moon down all night, have I been gaining any ground? Your picture's stapled to my dash. I'm done killing time in gray ghost towns. I'm heading south in search of life; the blinding turns, the twisting knives, now I'm just driving straight on. I'll scrape the freezing rain off this window pane; a couple states from sane, eyes aching, drift awaken. Until the ice bleeds blue, until the green shoots through. Until I get to you, I'll brace for your screen door. Gravity struck, I rolled downhill. Seen depths I've never seen before. It's hard to warm against concrete; you can't wrap your arms around a floor. So now I beat a fast retreat back to SLP and your street; can you just hold on? Living reckless and naive; it's always so easy to leave but then it's hard to get back. I closed my eyes and I looked at you, counted up all of my mistakes, choked some more muddy coffee back, and did my best just to stay awake. If I could just stay awake, don't know why I left you From Letras Mania