Road To Utah

Follow the moon

Drive under the sea

Fiction is swallowing me

I say, "Here I am"

The sea is gone

Tide is pulling me on

Is pulling me on

I hear 15 monkeys with carnival eyes

My head is full of spies

Nothing to show for

Nothing to choose

So, I follow the clues

I follow the clues

The dark is a fiction that is swallowing me

I say, "Here I am but the sea is gone"

It's a trumped up tide that is pulling me on

I got nothing to show for and nothing to choose

I've got badly written lines and I'm following cues

I hear 15 monkeys and I wanna cry

"It's a dime store story with a Fortean twist."

I say, "Hey!"