coming down to sea level
where everything tastes like salt
the road was dry as a desert lake
in my headlights as night began to fall

i was one step ahead of the weather
one step behind your memory
it looks like freedom but i know better
i wish that you were here with me

last night i dreamed i was dreaming
& something carried me away
it carried me across your fine soft land
like a sleeper on a westbound train

spinning like a dust devil
like a motel ceiling fan
everything's spinning but not moving
& i'm moving as fast as I can

chorus

what is it brings me back to you
something that doesn't have a name
i came here in a borrowed car
but i'm leaving on a westbound train

chorus

from the album Sleeper, words and music by Terence Martin

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