Lyrics

<p align="center"><font size="2"><strong>Catatonic <br />
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Last night, you know, I just couldn't sleep. <br />
I was feeling kind of wired. <br />
Couldn't stop my mind from thingking <br />
of everything we'd say and do, <br />
anticipating you, in just three hundred miles. <br />
<br />
Got up early about a quarter to five. <br />
I've been cruising through the desert on this long hot drive, <br />
popping sunflower seeds, trying to keep myself alive. <br />
Won't stop. I'm making good time. <br />
Oh, making good time. <br />
<br />
I'm getting closer to your home state line. <br />
I can't wait to see you. It's been a long time. <br />
But my head is getting heavy as I'm passing by the levy, <br />
and I wish I was there in your loving arms. <br />
<br />
I've been good. Got nothing to complain, <br />
though the drone of this drive is numbing my brain, <br />
and this monotonous site slowly makes me insane. <br />
I'm a catatonic driver trying to win this race. <br />
<br />
And I'm loosing hold of my mind. <br />
Sleep is so hard to fight. <br />
<br />
Every mile marker seems so far away. <br />
When I got up this morning, did I pray? <br />
Got the air conditioner up and the radio loud, <br />
but nothing seems to dissipate this murky cloud. <br />
<br />
My body's so tired. I could melt in my seat. <br />
My eyelids want to lock every time I blink. <br />
I feel punch drunk. I just can't think. <br />
Too stupid to stop. Too drowsy to see. <br />
<br />
And I'm loosing hold of my mind. <br />
Sleep is so hard to fight. <br />
<br />
Every mile seems so far away, so far away. <br />
And I want to see you once again. <br />
<br />
Hear metal crunching metal. <br />
Feel it thrust hard down. <br />
Then I'm flying high, twisting around. <br />
Am I dreaming? I can't be awake <br />
cause that's my body on the side of this wide altered state. <br />
<br />
And I'm loosing hold of my mind. <br />
Sleep is so hard to fight. <br />
Can't have tomorrow if I blow it all today. <br />
Don't want the sorrow. <br />
I'm not looking for an early grave. <br />
I want to see you once again. <br />
I want to be myself again. <br />
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