| I’ve got an army of one behind the last wall |
| Fuels the engine in the last room to the right |
| Meanwhile the hallway is in another past |
| I had it nailed down to the last future pointed up |
| My faith’s crawling through the vents again |
| The last time it came down |
| It felt something like a last rain |
| And the drains are all clogged again |
| The smashed mirrors are leaking from the pipes within |
| I’ve got the world in a metal shelf |
| Above a window grinning |
| Perfect ocean blue |
| And every life I take is my own |
| Don’t have the fuel to burn it my way |
| Mind is wide open to the eyes pointed left |
| They’ve taken all they could again |
| The rest hangs black in the storm ahead |
| I can’t pass it with these roads I’ve cut through |
| And I’m impressed with all you do |
| With just four limbs and a head |
| And if I were anyone else |
| I’d be the mirror staring back at a face so deaf |
| I’m in the open now yet all enclosed |
| The hollow winds of engines shuffling fog again |
| Ahead the distance smears all that’s left |
| I used to walk it now the wheels just blur through |
| And at the end they’ve all turned to air |
| And left their shadows behind for me to follow |
| And what they say is that I have got to change |
| So I think I’ll go and do that right now |