“Jeff Davis County Blues”, by the Mountain Goats (live version)

after three nights in jail,

i head north from toyahvale.

switch to 285 in pecos,

head up to red bluff.

my walk’s real steady and my eyes are real cold

but i feel like i’m all of sixteen years old –

lost in the travelodge, with the television on with the sound down,

i don’t feel so tough.

old issues of sunset magazine to read,

sleep for twelve hours, and dream about home.

i have no place to go, so i drive up to new mexico.

fix my eyes in the rearview when i cross the state line.

and i panic, i guess. and although it’s quite late,

i take the first exit to 128.

i am coming back to midland.

i hope you won’t mind.

polaroids of the two of us scattered on the passenger’s seat.

i drive slowly

and evenly

and i dream about home.

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