Testo di Your Great Journey

like four million tons of hydrogen exploding on the sun like the whisper of the termites building castles in the dust you're no longer leaving foot prints you left your wallet on the bus Your great journey has begun When automatic sinks in airports no longer see your hands and elevator doors close on you when buses drive right past when the only voice that answers is the whir of a ceiling fan Your great journey has begun staring out hotel windows at planes taking off walking round the parking lot you will never find your car you've begun to dance the ghost dance stray dogs gather in your yard Your great journey has begun