Snow fell thick and small It buried us all in a fog You remembered it all I'm sleepdriving away Metal and mold, bourbon and clove Mirrors and smoke, yesterday's clothes I'm sleepdriving away As through your window, I stare out Someday we'll be too old Cold winter air put an ache in your jaw You're only as old as you say that we are I'm sleepdriving away The trunk of the car filled with all that we own This old Pontiac's starting to feel like a boat I'm sleepdriving away As through your window I stare out Someday we'll be too old It's nearly dawn, in a motel home The shades were drawn to hide the storm Without a sound, the TV glows The blankets tied around our throats Swirling round, the light above Outside the crows were waking up It's nearly dawn In a Motel home was nearly gone No sleep at all Outside, those crows In lines, on those Frozen roads and wires, sleepdriving away