Sleep - Billy Woods

Rode through the past torn can’t find her

Driving fast, the mountains behind us

Trees mashing, grinding

Secret compartment, fine china

Catching five, night finders

Black hills, wide awake pills, each turn at the wheel

Two asleep, one pick CDs, ride the beat

Hold the road to Noreaga’s Driver’s Seat

Switching three

Stretch, air crisp, breath steaming, piss, slept dreamless, drifting

Open country, squat prisons

Cities in plain hum in the distance

One thousand miles

You Christmas watching the speed limit on the road to perdition

Bad coffee, gasoline

Hard stares from men in muddy jeans on tailgates

Shared nicotine

Back when the road feels like snail’s pace

Questioning the fail-safe

Day breaks miserly

Gray slate, press it down, break weight

There is only one road, the one you made

And they say they say they say they say they say they say

No sleep 'til Brooklyn

And they say they say

No sleep 'til Brooklyn

And they say they say

No sleep 'til Brooklyn

And they say they say

No sleep 'til Brooklyn

And they say they say