There’s something pretty unsettling
About these blank white walls and meaningless instruments
About the uncomfortable seats and lingering emptiness
Waiting for a stranger to walk in and tell me that I’m broken

There’s something weird about this waiting room
An old man heaving next to me, answering questions on a sheet of paper
How am I feeling, 0 to 3, am I eating well, sleeping okay, am I alive?
Do I want to die?

My mother always told me to lie
Answer 0’s for everything, show them a happy face
Or else the men in black would come take me away
And I’d never ever see her again

A fate worse than death
Waiting here for the doctor
These minutes fade with every breath
With nothing better to do

This is the place where I wake up
On an open highway in the valley
My mind dreaming with my hands on the wheel
The radio churning as it always does

There’s love songs, ballads of what once was
Spanish talk radio just across the border
I pay no mind as the desert road sings
A simple melody lulling me into a dream

The other cars are simply props
Machines that accompany me on my drive
I press on as I always do
Muscle memory avoiding them as I pass

This is the place that I call home
A little town inside a world of sand
Earth mother carries me as I keep dreaming
The radio churning as it always does

Drive me into the sun
Like a head on wheels
You can’t stand the engine
That screams to life

Downward and down
So close to hell
The sky has burned
And melt my mind

A hundred in the shade
With windows drawn
Drowning in the sand
That pulls me down