Thin Air

I had my doubts and they grew like blackberries
 Tangled through sunnier thoughts gradually stranding them all
 Hours from the city I suddenly found myself
 Lost trudging the leaf littered ground
 Where the currawongs called
 Over the rise under lowering skies
 I waited for winter
 Wondereing whether the air was thin enough there
 For vanishing into
 When it came I was all too corporeal
 Soaked to the bone
 Unfurling before me a ribbon of road
 And I drove till the colour had drained from the day
 Singing softly along when the radio played
 I Can't Make It Alone
 Night bearing down I came to a town
 That counted it's losses
 In boarded up houses
 And faded flowers around white wooden crosses
 And flickering past
 The two neon stars
 Of the mountain view motel
 There in the gloom
 Of an oak-vaneer room
 I never slept so well
 I never slept so well