80W from Lull by Bodies Floating Ashore

alone on 80-i
the distance is concealed
wild grasses swooning by the shoulder
open field
there's nothing in the sky
above my groaning wheels

i had a chance, you know
to make it if i stayed
but i was guessing:
though that life's a lighter shade
the death would be too slow
with many hands unplayed

i punched the radio
and started singing

i can't sleep
and i've come too far to turn back now
but i'm seeing things
when there's nothing there at all

i can't sleep
and i've come too far to turn back now
but i'm seeing things
when there's nothing there at all

i can't sleep
and my brain it burns
my body writhes
heart is seething
i... i can't go

i must go on

i touched the whirl
i felt the unwind
i cut my own face
i smashed it all

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