Horace Pinker

Texas One Ten

Horace Pinker


it feels good that the streets are wet 
small relief from the summer heat 
small dreams, and memories 
of sweet tea we seen 

so much further lost than east 
but el paso's only a few days back 
there's nothin' ahead but the tracks 
this train moves slower the further we get away 

this notebook's filled and it's only been three days 

i haven't slept since texas one ten 
but it's hard without your dreams 
it's not that i'm getting old, it's just nothin's new to me 

it hurts more to arrive than leave 
i never knew it got so cold 
everyplace i go is close, but know that it's not home 

el paso seems like years ago 
and i know now that it is 
this place moves faster than the roads 
but i pay no attention to them 

i still find dreams of texas one ten 
but it's not from lack of sleep 
it's not that i'm getting tired 
i'm just tired of staying awake