I'm going places, won't you ride with me?
pack up my bags, and heading east
'Cause thas where the sun rises
step into some shoes my sizes
My life on the break
beat
back
a dance with fate
or destiny, ordered horizons
contemplate, wait
focus on the blurred landscape

Ordered pairs
cross the road hairs
soundbox and the forrest tops
fuzzy, glossed
speed, proceed
providing me
with the soundtrack to fate
blurred landscape
track the sound
follow the raised eyebrows

Gliding over the ground
a beat,
a rhythm is ordered
extending the matter forming my feet