Panic blues

I am walking in a field,
by a centipede of light
I hear the broken whistle of a train
Faces pressed against the fogged up window panes
Was it you, was it you I saw
White hat and shoes, walking through
New Orleans while I just stared
Suffocating, out of air
And by the way,
did you feel the same thing,
the same thing too?
I forgot to ask,
do you feel the same way as I do
… panic blues
Are you lithium, are you leaning
On my broken down heart still ticking
Are you neon, are you pain
I can’t wait to hear you explain
Was it you, was it you I saw
With your cigarette and your hair cut short
We hardly knew but now we do
It’s too late, it’s too late
And by the way,
did you feel the same thing,
the same thing too?
I forgot to ask,
do you feel the same way as I do
Do you want to know,
I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t breath,
… panic blues