Tried to draw the skyline as the vantage point diminished
Just something small to mark the day
And 95 shook my right hand before I finished
The Bolt Bus lurched and turned away
So if you add up all the time spent in transit
Would it be enough to settle me down?
And when it comes, will you even know it?
Is it even yours to know now?
Tangled up in traffic like the headphones in my pocket
(I will resign)
I search for meanings to assign to things like
(To send you both back to nature)
"How did we do this before we learned too much about it?"
(With a candle in the woods)
Before the mystery lost its shrink-wrapped shine
(Still burning)
And now all my landmarks are leaving
As if they all were just figures and facts
Untethered to these relative regions
Forward, not straight, retracing our tracks
I was under the impression that time moved slow
I mean, you were here just a second ago