Sleep from Desperate Times by Casey Wickstrom

I can't sleep no more, the guards are knocking down my door, I'm sure.
Slipped and fell into a dream and then I woke up drowned in everything, it seems. Close my eyes and see this place, and the broken light is rearranged so strange. Wake up in another day and I have changed, but I'm the same some way.

I lost myself again and the dreams I have are running thin my friend.
Throw away all I have kept and the sea will take whatever I have left.
When cells push me through vivid dreams I play along inside the scene and breathe. Swept away all in a wave, what'd it feel like to home again.

• Acoustic
• blues
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• slide
• surf rock
• California