What Road

Once I was made beautiful in the light of an hour

But this year I'm just a meal laid out for August to devour

So quick, let's go, it's time for a ride

The future's yours, no, wait, I lied

It is not yours, it is a replica

Of scattered ash and the road the rain's on

What road

Able, willing, ready

Fuck the spiral jetty

Tonight we work large, we aim high

Pillars stare at a sky designed to come down upon everyone at once

I'd been working on some open-ended shit

I was looking for an in and that was it

Back at the recital, signs remain vital

A statue is stone that rejects its own pulse

You heart's fair, your heart's square

Your heart's not even there

Wasting shore leave on the girls from Point St. Clair

There is a light and it goes out

A touch of classicism in the night

Your backlash was right where I wanted you

Yes, that's right, I wanted you, too