Forever leaning out to where you are Watching through the window of the car Sitting with the engine on the light is pouring out Everybody's looking for Ten dollars on the ground There's a fading in and then a fading out God's food is being spit out of his mouse
And left to start their infinitely drained No longer formed but still not gone away Chasing their desire when their vacancy has grown Cannot move it back to when you claimed you didn't know And looking for ten dollars on the ground God's food is being chewed up in the grouse
Left awake for answers and then burned away like trash Turning from the flame into the cinder to the ash Moving in the space above you now Reflected in the puddles in the ground Tracing electricity from power lines of pole Focusing the imagery that comes out of the poles There's a fading in and then a fading out Gods food is being spit out of his mouse Left to wait for answers and then burned away like trash Turning from the flame into the cinder then the ash