Trails

I'm up on things, but you're up on me
And I've broken both my legs
Set aside for eternity
On a nest of lonely eggs
The summer leads into dark alleys
Like the mouth of something big

A gypsy curse and a pox on thee
For the mess that you have made
An excercise in cacophony
'Til we barely knew you played
And history isn't company
But it keeps you in your place
A loving home where your time is free
At the bottom of a lake

But there are trails
And I'm trailing after you
Those memories you never knew
Left on some trailing afternoon
When voices trailed off too soon
But oh, I know - that you're not sane
And I'm too slow - to ever gain
Any ground - at the rate
I'm going now, or the speed of sound

Fell back dead on my horse's head
In another human race
The steering wheel at the foot of bed
Isn't keeping up the chase
No ones body hears what you said
When you're drifting out to space
And someone's light isn't turning red
'Til it hits him in the face

But there are trails
And I'm trailing after you
Those memories you never knew
Only just slightly still in view
Left something old for something new
But oh, I know - that you're not sane
And I'm too slow - to ever gain
Any ground - at the rate
I'm going now, or the speed of sound