Sleep Through The Long Night

I'm stale as the daylight in photos of still lifes

And grave as the bread that was left with no twist tie

My eye is the smooth side of magazine advertisements

I want what I can’t buy

I buy any true lie

I lie with my hands tied

And try to sleep at night

Lay me to bed under canopy tree lines

My mind is a jungle of sirens and stoplights

The traffic is static, no station to heaven

I'm heavy as plastic in the belly Atlantic

I want what I can’t find

I find what I can’t hide

I hide until it’s time

To sleep through the long night