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