Washed out,
I've been working on washing all the dirt out,
Being honest with myself,
Understanding that when I sleep,
It should be in peace.

Stretched out under the stars,
Just to roll over and wonder why the horizon never faded,
And has yet to disappear on me,
Ain't a place to go but I guess that ridge line in the morning.

But for now I've curled up,
Washed all the soiled waters out,
A good days time,
And yet here I'm crying,
This hell on earth is paradise