Passenger Song

One thing I’ll say for the less-traveled way
Doesn’t have subtlety, has twice the gravity
Get in and go and you're one with a plow
Turns inconsistently, and arcs in a symphony
Make your mind sharp and aware of the holes
Fall through them steadily, slip through them readily
Watch and watch spiraling out of control
It’s beyond all that anyway, time is dead anyway
Passenger song on the dark radio
Wheels in your other hand and holes in your other mind
Lights on the screen and then shut by the door
Forage the inner frames, the eyes enjoy all the same
Follow the path until it falls away
Hurry it’s dangerous, some say it’s glamorous
Charge through the past and the future now
Come to it sparingly with what you are carrying
Notes on the pages and notes in the bars
And chasing without it scars, it might make you see the stars
Show me and scold me then show me to bed
Collapsing anyway, the edge is starting to fray
Oh right, you are right, you are right, you are right
Left from the interstate ‘cause you can't hardly wait
One thing I’ll say for the less-traveled way
Doesn’t have subtlety, has twice the gravity