Two thirty AM, I'm hurting again
Half sleeping with copperheads under my skin
Venomous, restless, and writhing through paper-thin
The hum in the walls. The smell of it all
An overcoat, car keys and medicine
Feed the animals and drive out to where it all dims
(the light pollution fades and I'm settling in)
To Sulfur Springs or Powerline
In low light the rattlesnakes shake in time
Call off your dogs, I'll be fine
Call off your dogs, I'll be fine
To clearer heads and open eyes
In low light, the best of us come alive
Call off your dogs, I'll be fine
Call off your dogs, I'll be fine
I cut serpentine tracks, no watches, no maps
Feel dawn burn the fog away, flat on my back
No oversight, no traffic, no panic attacks
The din of the falls, the nothing I lack
Half sleeping, the copperheads climb in my lap
Not thinking of dying, not waiting to snap
(the light pollution fades into blissful black)
To Sulfur Springs or Powerline
In low light the rattlesnakes shake in time
Call off your dogs, I'll be fine
Call off your dogs, I'll be fine
To clearer heads and open eyes
In low light, the best of us come alive
Call off your dogs, I'll be fine
Call off your dogs, I'll be fine