I Am Disappeared (live, acoustic)

This is a quiet song, so let's see how we do

I keep having dreams
Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
Of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them
Of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom
Of open seas and ways of life that 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
10,000 tons
She's got her cowboy boots
And car keys on the bedstand
So she can always run
She can get up, shower
And in half an hour, she'll be gone

Keep having dreams of things I need to do
Of waking up but not following through
But it feels like I haven't slept at all
When I wake to her silence, she's facing the wall
Posters of Dylan and of Hemingway
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
10,000 tons
I sleep with my passport
One eye on the back door
So I can always run
I can get up, shower
And in half an hour, I'll be gone

And come morning, I am disappeared
Just an imprint on the bedsheets
I'm by the roadside with my thumb out
A car pulls up and Bob's driving
And 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 bloodstream 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 pathways of the sleeping soul of the country
In the sleeping soul of the country