Thursday Afternoon

Driving Route 2 on a Thursday afternoon
Round and round the rotary
Then pausing at the light you see
I’m checking myself out in side view mirrors
Checking out the guy driving next to me
Blasting Zeppelin through his speakers
And he’s going going gone
Going going gone
And I’m lost again so long
Lost again so long
Running new rusty streets
The old church clock 5:53
And it’s that beat that moving me
Good old AC/DC
And I’m checking myself out in pond reflections
Checking out the tree trunks standing strong
Almost ready to be pavement
And they’re going going gone
Going going gone
And I’m lost again so long
Lost again so long
You depend on others to prove your self
Waiting for them to lift you to the highest shelf
In the change and race through the track
You’re hoping for something to bring you back
It’s not clear if you’ve got the right path
Spinning 'round but forgetting 'bout the aftermath
You spent too much time in preparations
Except when you were thinking about the destination
Riding winding subway cars
Scrambled thoughts and unannounced stops
And looking back on where we’ve come from
Lennon plays and Ringo drums
And I’m checking myself out in blackened windows
Checking out the past that’s zooming by
Through the underground
In wasted time
It’s going going gone
Going going gone
And I’m lost again so long
Lost again so long
And I’m going going gone
Going going gone