Sleeping Patterns

September ninth, 2001
Gary and I were skating at a hospital on top of a huge hill overlooking a valley
An ambulance came and took out a dead woman. Gary asked me why she wasn't moving or blinking.
They hadn't closed her eyes yet
She must have died on the way. A car full of family and friends came in with the ambulance
They were all crying and hugging each other.
One woman screamed hysterically and grabbed at the woman's body asking her to wake up
I had to tell Gary that her soul went to Heaven.
I didn't believe a word of it, but I knew it'd be easier for him to understand
Two days from now, at 9 AM, the planes will hit the World Trade Center killing over 3,000 people
I will tell Gary that there is no God, and all of this is meaningless
But today, there is a God. And he has a plan for him
He doesn't know it, but a year from now,
our family will be torn apart and I will move far away and won't see
or talk to him for five years
And as we sit on the hood of our car, the sun goes down and he asks me what I want out of my life.
I tell him I don't know

Bridge

As many times as needed

Bridge

On and on we run away
From the things we are afraid of
On and on we run away
From the things we are afraid of
On and on we run away
From the things we are afraid-

Spoken

I don't tell him about the dream I had the night before,
where I'm riding in a car full of strangers and singing to some song I've never heard and
smoking a cigarette and we swerve off the road and hit a tree
I go through the windshield and hit the edge of a fence, dislocating my jaw and flipping me into a wall
where my neck is broken, and my skull is fractured
I bleed to death in excruciating pain