I have crossed this road before for many years I'm
sure don't recognize the faces though that pass me
by I've been off and on my way again passed marsh
road atherton black mountain way and bored stale
houses on the yellowed plains I'm going off again
and for no good reason year by year I've achieved
some type of feeling that suggests I've traveled
miles that lead to nowhere fast I've seen the lot
of them from queens to journeyman bigots and
confidantes I've spoken to and laughed with
destructive catalysts professionals and loyalists
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suburban architects who can say that it was all
deceiving or that anybody was mislead? I'm not the
one to be judging I may not even be who I think I
am The asphalt is my burning bed has left me
invalid puts me to sleep at night in the arms of
some strange no mans land I'll be back northbound
and west I need the fucking rest but in the
meantime these broken roads and homes will ring in
my head