Either go away or go
all the way in
Look at what you hold
Come back down
on a spear of silence
When it flies
You go on through
You come on through
The rediculous no
Oh no
One more pair of
Loving eyes
look down on you
Sheets and a pillow
How old will you
have to be before you
Stop your believing
That those eyes
will look down on you
That way forever
There you sit
mouth wide open
Animals nipping at your sides
On wire wheels
the four stroke man
Opens wide
The marching sound
The constant ride
and the gasket is mine
All mine
One more pair of
Wire wheels
bear down on you
Gear stripping the willow
How many machine men
will you see
before you Stop your believing
that speed
Will slide down on you
Like brakes in bad weather