Sleepwalking Man from Self Help by Nighttrain

Open up your eyes, Sleepwalking Man.
Are you lost in your head or is your head in the sand?
I’ve got Jesus on the radio.
Television set in my secret soul.
And if you don’t have God, then you don’t have love.
Or that’s what they said when I was growing up.
And who do you believe is the prophet of
your fate when you realize your hands are cuffed?
Open up your eyes, Sleepwalking Man,
or are you lost inside your head? Or just sick of Disneyland?

Midnight drive. Soda cans. Whiskey Eyes.
Will you hold my hand?
Well, I’d rather make a bad decision than
face a misery I cannot understand.
And I’ve been an orphan to memory —
making grass grow out of sweat and tears.
Mirrors of smoke make a mind what it is.
Did I love you then or was I just a kid?

Open up your eyes, Sleepwalking Man.
Electric fences overhead, up on your thoughts,
but you never cry because you’re living life to die.
Are you stuck in the same place? Are you drinking all night?

If history repeats itself, does that mean that I’m stuck in Hell?
I’m not sleeping so well.

Do you believe what you see?
Every word I write will deceive who you think is me.

City lights. Lonely town. Desert skies are my secret crowns.
Won’t you come back down? Motel Happy Clown.

• Alternative
• ambient
• experimental
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• San Francisco