I dreamt that I was back home watchingnmy mother place the table settingsnmy brother's guitar softly ringingnand father walking upstairs sighingnwoke up wishing i could stay therenback when I was headed nowherenback when I was so much youngernI was happiernnnow I'm left with the things that I've gotnhigh dive bars and phone call drug dropsnjust some things to make my mind stopnspinning for a whilencause all I see are the things that I've lostnshaking with this fever I caughtnthe morning mirror just stares back bloodshotndaring me to blinknnbut I'm still waitingnfor anythingnto comfort menI'm still waitingnfor anythingnI'd like to benI'm still waitingnis anythingneven happening?nnso grab the car; let's make a runnleave the town before the sunnand wake up where the air is cleannfar outside the city's reachnpull yourself up next to menclose enough to crush a dreamni know we're one fourth down the roadnbut take me now: I'm ready to go...nnI think I'll sleep in todaynI think I'll sleep in todaynI think I'll sleep in todaynI think I'll sleep in todaynncause all I really need isnsomewhere to lay my head tonightnyeah all I really need isnsomewhere to lay my head tonight