On a Greyhound bus to oblivion
That anybody cares about your dreams
The x-ray showed the break
It wasn't the first mistake
If you don't try to tell it straight
The point will come too late
As they followed the wire
They danced as though they would never tire
In an empty room with an empty grin
You blinked too many times
No way to be transcribed from the by and by
In a checkout lane watched from above
But it's going to take a whole lot more than luck More from Eleventh Dream Day