I Am Disappeared

I keep having dreams
Of pioneers and pirate ships and bob dylan
Of people wrapped up tight in the thing that'll 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 tons
She's got her cowboy boots and car keys on the bed stand
So she can always run
She can get up and shower in half an hour
She'd be gone

I keep having dreams of things i need to do
Of waking up and of following through
But it feels like i haven't slept at all
When i wake to her silence and she's facing the wall
Posters of Dylan and Hemmingway
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 tons
I sleep with my passport
One eye on the backdoor
So i can always run
I could 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

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 blood stream
Of the beating heart of the country
We are electric
Pulses
In the 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)