Drug Holiday from Turning Point by Alex Northrup

Fifteen hours across the plains
The wind’s won’t blow you sane
They howl through your brain
The hum of tire pressure pounds
And time just spins around
A scream won’t make a sound

But when this holiday is through
The words come back to you
The script is filled and you can rest again
Then test again

Trapped inside this great expanse
And frozen in advance
Of crops that may not reap
Or sow - the terror grows in fields
This country seems unreal
Through any shade of glass

But when this holiday is through
The words come back to you
The script is filled and you can rest again
Then test again

But when the mountains rise ahead
I know it’s time to come down from the clouds
And start my rain
And claim my prize for giving this a try
Misfortune’s swept under the rug again
Until we meet in this backseat
And test defeat again

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